Sometime Before February 2001

I was not alone, there may have been one or possibly two working with me. Distinctly vivid however, was the feeling of intense pressure; it was an anxiety ridden dream. // I found myself in a laboratory, it may have been the second or third floor up - I recall options of escape playing through my sleeping mind, the external windows along the back wall being one such option, and the height being an issue. A heavy sealed door with a thick circular window was for those few fleeting moments my only sanctuary from which to work behind. As if peering through the eyes of another, fully briefed more competent man, I worked quickly, methodically, and took something. It was something that I didn’t really see, perhaps a sample of some such. I recall test tubes and what looked like vacuum packs, but nothing more. It was then that I became aware that there were people in the corridor franticly trying to work their way in. They were armed and began to shoot through the glass in the door. I was again aware of a companion, the door swung open and the figure was gunned down, I would like to say by accident, in the midst of the frenzy; in that my associate had not been aimed at, but I cannot be sure. I was making for the window towards the middle of the room with whatever I’d come for secured with me, I slipped sideways out of the top of the window and was gone.