Another person and I were in a room in an airport. Yet another man was sitting on a couch in the room. I sat down on the floor and began playing with a child. The child and I pretended that we were fighting with each other. I only used one hand. The child ran around me, trying to hit me, while I defended myself. We were both enjoying ourselves.

Finally I walked out into a hallway and then to another room. Suddenly I heard someone scream outside. I walked back into the hall and saw my mother standing outside the room from which I had just come. I ran to the room, went inside, and saw my uncle George and my father on the couch. They appeared to be fighting; my father was sitting on top of George, who was lying on his back.

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