I was in the grandstands high above the battlefield as the armies prepared for battle. My job was to take out the snipers. I was above even them.
It was almost like a casual atmosphere where families were congregating. Jack was playing right next to where the sniper was because he was friendly to us. We all knew him. His gun had a long, silver barrel. As soon as the fighting started, I walked over to where he was (I was above him by several feet), and I kicked him in the face. He had taken one shot and hit one of our troops down on the field. I got his gun. I had waited too long to take him out.
Then, he and I were talking, and he wanted me to help him with something.
I woke up.