I was up on a small hill across the road from a house. I did not recognize the house but it seemed to be in rural Alabama. The house was a red brick house, probably built in the 1950s or 60s and reminded me of my Aunt's house (who lives in Alabama). There was a clearing around the house of about 10 acres. Beyond that, woods surrounded the house.
I knew that someone inside the house was in trouble. As I looked at the house, armed guerrillas in camouflage came creeping out of the woods towards the house. At that time a Sheriff's deputy came driving up the road (from my right) in a Sheriff's SUV. He pulled into the driveway of the house and got out of the car.
As I was watching, the guerrillas came around the left side of the house into the front yard. They then shot and killed the deputy.
As I saw this, I heard a voice say: that is the FARC. I then woke up.