This thread is a bizarre coincidence ..
.. Because last night I dreamt I was at home when a woman with two kids entered my home through the front door without knocking, and she picked up the phone and started to make a call.
I saw her do this even though she didn't bother to recognize I was even there, and I was afraid.
So I decided to codependently "manage" her a bit .. and I got her attention and I asked her if she was calling a local number or using another area code. She seemed to have a difficult time understanding my question.
She appeared economically challenged, not sure how I recognized that. So I didn't ask her to leave, as I felt sorry for her.
I tried to ask the question again, and I moved closer to the front door.
Then two young men entered who were apparently with her. I felt afraid now. I asked them to leave, but they both just moved their jackets aside to reveal revolvers under their belt.
Me and my friend who was with me then bolted outside and across the street. One of the two young men pulled his gun and threatened us as he pursued, though it appeared he didn't really want to hurt us.
The chase continued through some strange settings, eventually into a junk yard of debris and other obstacles for hiding. My friend seemed to elude the man, but the man caught me and I stopped momentarily.
Though he seriously threatened to shoot me if I tried to escape, he was clearly afraid to shoot me .. and when my friend made some distraction noise I bolted again, slipping through a crack in the fence, and then hiding under something .. but the man caught up to me and found me.
However, he got too close to me and I knocked the gun out of his hand and it suddenly turned into a stick, which I picked up and then hit him.
The stick was very light, almost like balsa wood.
I hit him in the head, but it only slightly subdued him, yet he made no attempt to attack me.
I hit him again, and again, and again, and it was having a numbing effect on him.
I remembered thinking that he was afraid to shoot me, and maybe he wouldn't have done anything violent to me, but I wasn't the least bit hesitant to whack him over and over again, as my fear had turned to anger.
My friend caught up with me, and we marched this man back to my house, hitting him in the head over and over as he staggered.
We got back to the house and I hit him one last time and he fell. I didn't think he was dead, but he was definitely out.
We subdued the other man. Don't know what happened to the woman and her kids.
Then I woke up.
I reflected on the dream for a bit, as it left a waking impact.
Then, as I was eating breakfast, I found myself wondering about and Googling "Immigration bill could cause civil war in America".
Not sure if there is a connection.