if the whole country was at war, but there were a lot of guerrilla-like tactics in the area I was in. I was introduced to someone who was supposedly well-skilled in the tactics of the enemy, and he decided to “demonstrate” how they could burn a field with a flick of their wrist. No one else seemed to notice anything unusual, and they seemed to hang on every word as he KEPT demonstrating. It was a weird fire, too; it looked like it spread about a foot above the ground instead of touching it – although it did burn the ground, too. So I slip away, hoping he won’t realize that I’ve realized he’s actually working for the nameless enemy. Instead, he does come after me, and for reasons unknown, all I can do is walk/run around that same house-like building. A woman is set up with a bake cart on my “route” and she keeps trying to get me to eat a bite of something she had made. I’m not that stupid, and I’m trying to get away from her AND the enemy spy. I think I made about two more laps before time itself seemed to slow down for me, and I can’t get away fast enough to keep her from slipping the (bread? cake?) in my mouth. I resisted, but it was enough that it touched my lips, and I slipped to the ground in unwilling slumber.