I dreamt last night that I was to visit Tunisia, begrudgingly. My brothers and I were being shuffled towards the departure gate and a final level of Tunisian security scrutiny. I remembered, as it became my turn, that I had forgotten my passport. I would miss this flight, but catch the same one the next day. I could go home to our house on Walton Street and retrieve my passport, but the caveat was that I had to leave all of my belongings and money with the Tunisian security detail.
I was home at Walton Street when a crash brought me outside: a car had driven up onto the lawn and a woman emerged, screaming at me that my brothers had been committing credit fraud using her family's identification and financials, ruining them. She told me that she was going to kill them. I told her that she had no proof and that she could not threaten bodily harm to other people. At that point, the woman's husband came up to the scene and tried to restrain/calm down his wife. He told me that she was upset and that they would try to go through the police to get the fraudulent activity to stop. I told him that she had threatened me. I asked him if he was a lawyer. "No," he said. I paused a second and then said, "Well I am." and then threatened them with getting his wife into a lot of trouble for threatening me. Then, as they were turning away, I pushed the woman, hard. She whirled on me, accusing me of hitting her. I looked at her square in the face, expression blank, and said, "What are you talking about?"
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