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.
I am a young woman, late teens, early 20’s in a big old house. Some relatives are gathering (from my Mom’s side of the family) and I’ve been told my grandmother will be arriving with other family members – a kind of family reunion. I’m not to be late. People are bustling about, getting things ready.