Mitzi's farm

Date: 6/12/2016

I was at work somewhere, and it seemed like it was a farm, as if I was on some land that seemed pretty rural. I was working at the front desk and there were a lot of people waiting for me to help them. I was helping as many as I could. My friend Mitzi had asked me to call someone to service something in the house. The serviceman said he'll be right over. I though that was odd, because I hadn't yet told him what the problem was or where I'm located. Then he said never mind, and hung up. My surroundings may have been a barn, because there were large doors—but there was also a large window on the doors and in front of me. I didn't look behind me, but the ratio of the sheer size of the windows and doors made it seem like it was a barn. For some reason I had some sort of sharp object in my hand and I saw someone who seemed dangerous start to walk up to the unlocked door that was ajar. I immediately closed the door and locked it. I continued to try to help the rest of the people outside my window.