My first memory is of a dream I had as a child. My father worked for the government, and I wasn't allowed in many of his offices. I did know that there was a giant 18 wheeler out front of his office building. I had a dream that the truck pulled out, blocking the road so no one could get out. From somewhere in the truck, someone started shooting at the ground. From behind the truck, I could see bare feet running around for no reason. The men my father worked for jumped into the armored vehicles and shot at the truck until all the feet fell to the ground. I never saw faces or bodies, but I remember that the feet fell one by one. It's creepy and haunts me to this day.