I am with high school friends – we’re maybe college age, I know we haven’t seen each other in a few years, as it’s like a kind of reunion. my best friends are there as well as some of “the guys”, in particular Terry and Bruce, among others. We are put into some kind of bus and at first I’m sitting by Bruce who is asking about me, putting his arm across the back of my seat – he tells me he missed me, and gives me a kiss. Later, in another vehicle, it is Terry who does this. They both tend to be near me during most of the events to follow, as well as Jane and Patti.
It’s late, around 11:30 pm, and Marcel drops by. Apparently he is waiting for a phone call on Skype, something important. I’m not happy and he can see it, but I let him come in.
He has brought a bottle of Scotch with him, and he pours us each a drink. We talk awhile, no phone call. I ask him if he’s sure about the call, he says yes. I tell him if he hasn’t gotten the call by midnight, he must leave. He says he understands. Midnight arrives, and I tell him he has to leave.
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.