Dream diary: I'm in an unfamiliar building, at the end of a hallway. There's a machine gun turret facing down the hallway within arms reach. Scout from TF2 tries to run past, but is gunned down. The turret then shuts down, so I walk down the hall. At the end is a room that seems to be intended for making art, with easels and workbenches. Scene changes/fast forwards. Same building, I'm in some kind of communal living space with some people I half-know. The fire alarm is going off, but I don't feel any urge to leave. The others are slowly shuffling out and one says "you might wanna leave" to me. I look out the window and see a large group of people standing in a field outside the building. I check the windows to see if I see smoke, but don't. The fire alarm continues, and I search the fridge for something to drink. The fire alarm continues as I down some kind of carbonated lemonade. I wake up, not sure if I'm feeling thirsty or lonely.