I'm hiding in a boat. They're shooting at us.

Later with S., we both have devices we can use to make music. I play with it, but I won't use it so that S. can have the sound. He goes to the toilet on the first floor, I run down the hallway and find myself back in the house of my childhood. Then I run and jump down the stairs, flying towards the living room. It feels good to be back in my parents' house.