Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

It's the 30s or 40s. I am in a family that is part of some resistance. We are at a central station trying to get a train to somewhere and some policeman recognizes us. We are at some subterranean level and we find some stairs going up. I push my family members upstairs and try to block the stairs with something to gain time, then follow them. I hear shots but fortunately no bullet hits me. At the most upper floor there is a library or office with a large framed window with access to outside (it is actually ground floor). The window is very high and we need to climb bookshelves to get there. There are no doors connecting elsewhere and the window has no possibility of opening. I look for something heavy and I can only find a rotary phone that I pull and take with me. Our chasers are already inside the office but I manage to break a corner of the window, 2 or 3 framed squares, enough for us to glide outside. It's almost a one floor high but we manage. Some passersby see us but seem not to care. I spot some police or military not so far away but we mingle with other people and they don't seem to be looking for us. We need to turn at a nearby street but we walk instead of running to avoid attracting attention. We look for shelter as soon as possible to get out of the street.
Meanwhile, throughout our several hideout attempts there are several tornados forming and we run from them through the streets and look for hideouts that can resist the winds. Most of the places we enter are modern buildings full of glass walls and glass ceilings, open spaces that offer no protection and no underground levels. It is frustrating. Then we find at some kind of terminal a small concrete cubicle at a corner, where an old very poor couple lives, with no roof or windows, just a concrete box and we kinda invade their home and try to explain to them why and hope they don't get too mad.