Many powerful men were entering the room where I was already gathered with several men. We stood around one man who was sitting on a chair. He was experiencing some internal conflict and the other men in the base were conflicted on what the danger levels were regarding this man's conflict.
A squirmy metal object about the size of a golf ball was somehow introduced into the situation and it transformed the man into a metal-composition being with an undefined fidelity of shape although he did stay in a human form.
This phenomenon was not new, but was a known occurrence. I knew of several men in our organization who existed under such a transformation.
The transformation of this man caused some aggression and he began to fight against the men gathered in the room, quickly killing many with little effort.
Some time passed and I found myself in a small shack-like bunker in the heat of a battle raging with as much violence as super vs. super could be. Loud explosions and gunfire shook the structure and few were left unengaged in the war and able to help guard myself and a small bear-like person in the shack. The small animal person sat on a shelf and spoke to me about himself, seemingly aloof from the turmoil around us. He said he wrote receipts and everything he wrote became real. He wrote one for me, but I couldn't read what it said.
After he wrote, a grenade was thrown into our tattered wooden structure. I was hit in the side by its shrapnel while shielding the small man from it's explosion and I felt as if I fell downward out of my body and existed for a time in a kaleidoscopic reality of light and darkness, color and shapes.
Only a short moment passed before I could again perceive the room where I had left my physical reality. The small man was still there, but now alone and in danger. Someone from outside of a large opening in one wall threw in a dozen or so small, high-tech explosives which spread and hovered above the ground. The man then came into view and began to enter the room. He was large in stature and wrapped head to toe in tan colored fabric. He was strapped together by leather and armored for desert combat. His face was covered and he had a tattered cape blowing in the winds of the explosions outside.
The intruder could not see me as he advanced on the bear man. I was immaterial at this point, but able to move objects at will. As the man closed in on his own explosives, I caused the nearby debris to collide with the bombs and they exploded, destroying the man who threatened my comrade.
I found a large tattered cloth to shroud by invisible body. Then I constructed a bulky and sinister mask and helmet out of debris and in a hunched stature, I left the shack and wondered out into the violent battlefield.
