In this dream about a war, we were hiding  in this building, and tanks were breaking through the door. I was firing at them with some kind of weapon; but couldn't stop the tanks.
     People were getting killed; and after the tanks were gone, bodies and body parts were strewn on the ground.  A preacher was with us and he was injured and dying. There was blood, pain and suffering everywhere.
     The people were coming to us in despair, and wanted us to protect them; but we couldn’t protect them. This was a very vivid dream that left me shaken the entire day.