Marching in the Infantry

Once I dreamed that the Enemy Powers were after us.  We, along with some old friends, were at my grandparents' farm, and we were ordered to sit on the grass.  Then we snuck into an old building to hide.  After climbing up and down what seemed like a million stairs, we ran across the lawn to my parents' house, while dodging arrows being shot at us!  We arrived at the house, and went down to the lowest level, where my parents had a bomb shelter, completely equipped with leather furniture, a planning table, and emergency equipment in a drawer under every seat.  We stayed there until it was safe!