A strange few fragments recalled by me, this morning. I was tasked to deal with some terrorists, I think, so (after a lot of other stuff going on) I snuck in there with a special gun. (Ammo was like CR2032 batteries, only filled with explosive and short fine filaments, I think it was supposed to be a "needler gun", that could somehow fire some of the filaments from each 'case'.)
Unfortunately, my wife (I think it was supposed to be) came along, as did the kids (again, I think they were supposed to be mine). And just like you find kids running around in supermarkets, they were running around the terrorist camp-type-thing, only the terrorists were stupid and/or blind because they didn't have a problem with the kids (and possibly also some pets!) running around. And I successfully stated hidden despite being just behind a counter/table and trying to make sure the kids weren't running amok too much, or my wife doing non-"infiltrate the enemy camp"-type things too much.
So I took one of these "bullets" apart in order to create the thing that would kill all the terrorists. It broke into flakes of (filament-impregnated) explosive bits that wouldn't go back together again, no matter how hard I tried (even if I could have done, it was now also now more like a laterally-broken rice-cake than a button-cell, but that's dream-physics and logic for you).
At some point my partner (professional partner, in anti-terrorism/whatever, who must have been the token "actually there to do the job" representative amongst my rather familial party) seems to have managed to make the bomb that was needed, because after a lot of farcical kid-retrieving and sneaking and things I found myself the last person hidden in the heart of the terrorist camp (the others may have left in a camper-van) and picked up a piece of artificial cheese (it was toy-like and made of rubber or something, and was a fairly classic cheese-shape, with hints of being an Emmental wedge, in the usual obvious 'cartoony' way...) that was very hot to the touch. I then realised this must be the bomb and might be no far from exploding (It may also have had a timer on it), and quickly put it back where I found it (or at least idly tossed it back into its hiding place) to do its job. I don't recall the explosion actually happening while I was dreaming, though.