Sunny day. In a room with my dad. It's small - about 4 feet by 8, maybe, and the walls are made of glass. I don't think it's tall enough to stand up in, but that's OK because we're lying down on some pillows. I'm along a short end, and he's sitting in the opposite corner. It's also very high in the air. It's supported by a tall base - like a building that's only 4x8'. We're looking out over New York, even though it doesn't look like it. There are few buildings around that are as high up. A black flying-saucer-looking thing is approaching from below. It comes to our level, and is hovering, and flying around the side. My dad thinks it's a UFO, but I know it's just supposed to look that way, and is actually a remote-controlled helicopter. Very menacing though. It's about 5 feet wide, and has all kinds of gear and lights on the front. He's taking pictures of it with a Nikon-style camera. I don't know how we're going to get down. I look toward my left side, and I think there's a ladder on the outside that we use to climb down, but that's terribly frightening, and I don't want to do it. The thing has flown back to my dad's side, and is getting closer and closer to the wall. I tell him to open the window, and he does. Half of the wall, vertically, completely opens up and swings outward. I tell him to watch, and he starts taking pictures. I shoot at the front of the thing with a rifle, and hit a button. Nothing happens, but I know it's lost remote capability. It kind of backs off a little, and I shoot at another part. It turns to the side a bit, and I see a rotor. I shoot that, and it starts descending outward from our building. It disappears below. I look over the edge, straight down, and all of a sudden I'm terrified. We're so high up. I think I'm going to need a refresher to conquer my fear of heights again, because this is too much.