I was in a house with my mother. Four men who looked like Mexicans had been pursuing me and for some reason were trying to capture me. The men managed to get inside the house. Standing near a fireplace, I saw a poker and picked it up. I began swinging the poker at the men, fending them off until I was able to get out the door. I began running down the street, somewhat encumbered by the heavy shoes I was wearing. I thought if I could make it to a nearby grocery store, I could run in and get help. But as I was running, I was also worried the men might do something to my mother since I had left her behind in the house. Looking back I could see the men catching up with me. They were obviously fast runners. I didn't know whether I was going to make it to the store or not.
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