I am visiting in China and our host is telling us of an ancient Chinese tale about a young woman of royalty that was in danger. Her father was a target of an opposing faction, and they were chasing her, trying to find her and kill her as she was the only person living left in that line. We are in the manor house of the castle where this took place, though it’s not like a European castle, definitely Chinese in motif.
I am walking in a local village, St-Prex, where I first lived when moving to Switzerland. I notice some construction work going on inside an old building. Apparently they are renovating apartments inside. As I watch, I suddenly remember that I had signed a contract of pre-purchase on one of the apartments. I feel panicky, wondering if it binds me to purchase, and if so, what to do.
I am in a small white car, and as the car crosses over a set of railway tracks, I suddenly am aware that there is danger somewhere – out of the blue, several men dressed all in black step out of hiding with long black guns – the term Uzi comes to mind, but they are not automatic, they only fire one bullet at a time. They are firing at us.