The Assassins
I was at my mother's house and there were lots of unfamiliar men working on a garden. When I looked more closely, I realized the tools they were all using were rather dangerous-looking and within a moment, I understood they were there to try and assassinate me. I walked past, pretending to admire their work, noticing the sharp edges of tools and the way the men looked at me. I began to run down the street and the people I was with tried to block the men from reaching me. And they did.
I was suddenly stuck inside my mother's house, and she was in hiding, we hoped--the alternative was that she was possibly assassinated. I was worried sick. I couldn't be near windows and the people who were there to protect me had to be constantly vigilant and they looked very tired and scared themselves. When I tried calling the police, I could tell the phones were bugged so I had to hang up. I kept hoping my mother would surprise me and come out of a secret closet or trapdoor, but she never came. I paced around her house, too afraid to get near doors and windows because I could hear my assassins outside.
