the upstairs room

Date: 10/11/2016

I was in my home (but nowhere i've ever been). It was very large with several stories and the downstairs appeared more like a grocery store. I caught my client e in there and asked her what she was doing. She looked very uncomfortable and ran out the front door. I stopped her several times asking how did you get in? She seemed very nervous and admitted that there was a way in upstairs. A man with a gun was at a big van in front of the house. He was acting really erratically and seemed to be yelling and afraid. I tried to run back in the house but couldn't seem to get away from the window. Later I went searching for the opening upstairs. I found a very dark passageway near what seemed like an attic (i originally typed -attack.) This part got fuzzy but it seemed that I wasn't allowed to be up there. It had a sort of magical quality, however, there were a few people sleeping up there on dusty cots. Everyone appeared to be from a foreign country but the way that they spoke it seemed more like a foreign planet. I stayed there for an unknown amount of time which may have been years. As I was leaving I saw the man with the gun outside. I tried to go down the street away from him but he always seemed looking in my direction. At the bank I hear a commotion in the front room and was directed to lay on the floor behind the tellers desk. I could hear the man with the gun and told people "i knew this would happen". i felt really stupid for not dealing with it earlier or not avoiding him more seriously. He came behind the tellers desk and held the gun to my head. Later I was speaking with colleagues about knowing the gunman at the house. I said i had been running a support group but had a hard time recalling the details . I was cooking an omelette and my friend asked me why did i pour nicotine in the omelette. i noticed there was green liquid in the oil. I said "i'm a terrible cook." and emptied out the contents of the pan causing it to flame up.