It basically went like this, my dad had these friends from Guatemala who needed to get out of the country. I'm not sure why, but it wasn't safe for them anymore, like life or death not safe. So my dad, our friends Julie, Larry, and Michael, and myself, were going to help this family, which consisted of a mom, a dad, three teenage boys, and a young girl, get out of Guatemala and into the U.S.
Getting out of Guatemala was easy. We just put on these foamy pizza suits, were loaded into a van, and then my dad and Larry drove the van to the airport, loaded us all into the cargo portion of a plane, and then boarded the same plane. No problem, and easy as pie.
Getting into the U.S. was trickier.
For this portion of the trip, we split up into teams of 2 or 3, and each had a different plan to bypass customs. We weren't supposed to talk to each other or show that we knew each other in any way, so that if one team got caught, the rest could still get through. I was in charge of the little girl, we were passing her off as my daughter. She and I had no problems getting through customs, and out of the airport, no one even questioned us. But then we got into the parking lot, and this super skeezy guy walks up and puts his arm around my shoulder, trying to smooth talk me on the way to my car. I basically told him to get lost, and he was pretty pissed, but not complying, so I karate kicked his arm off my shoulder. My dad had seen everything that was going on, and was super concerned cause what if this guy filed a complaint against me to airport security? I shouldn't have kicked him. But right as my dad is telling me how stupid I'd been for kicking this guy, he comes back, looking like Gorilla Warfare Ken, complete with machine gun and ammunition belt.
In a panic, I dive behind some cars, bringing the little girl with me. He's following me with round after round, so i decide she'll be safer if I leave her behind the cars, and make a run for it. I tell the girl to stay perfectly still behind the car, and I dash around the parking lot, swerving this way and that around obstacles, until he losses me. For some reason, I'd thought that once he couldn't see me anymore, he'd stop shooting, but no, he just stands where he is, and spins in a circle, and just fires into the parking lot for several minutes, until he's finally out of ammo, and then he disappears. I crawl out of my hiding spot and survey the damage. There's a dead animal, either a great dane or a deer, I can't tell which, but other than that, there doesn't seem to be any casualties. I go back to where I left the little Guatemalan girl. She's still there, right behind the car where, I told her to stay safe, and she's riddled with bullet holes, and some of her guts are spilling out. I'm devestated. Turns out the mother died as well, and one of the sons was injured. I had to go visit him in the hopital, where I learn that him and his brothers have decided to create a youth army, dedicated to hunting down the geeky skeez man with the giant gun and no qualms about killing.
Wracked with guilt and a deep sense of dread, I wrench myself out of my sleeping state, and then I looked around, saw that everything was as it should be, and snuggled back into my coziest of beds, safe and sound, only to fall back asleep, and continue to be plagued by dreams where I replay the first dream over and over. How fun.
