I was on some sort of a military base in the desert, running though these open airplane hangers with two other people. We were being chased and shot at by our own people. We made it out of a hanger and were running through the hot sand, and we all dove into a small sandy ditch to escape fire. Our only hope was to bury ourselves in the sand to hide from the gunmen.
I laid on my back, desperately covering myself with sand - trying to remain still and not let my breathing show.
I woke up and took a huge gasping breath, still feeling the weight of the sand on my chest.