I was on the phone with my parents. I remember most my dad. He was saying that he only had 15 more minutes to live. There were some people who were on their way over to where they were to kill them. Only 15 more minutes and then they would be shot - assassinated. I freaked out. Balling my eyes out. We became disconnected. It was all so fucking shocking that I felt this rage and hardcore fear knowing what was going to happen. I cried so hard my face was red and the veins in my neck and forehead were pulsing heavily.  I think it was the next day or that night that I spoke with my brother and sister and we all were bawling. It was arranged that the funeral for our parents would be held in R. City at the house. I said that I couldn't make it. My brother said don't worry about it - a car would pick me up and take me to the airport. The next day this big old 1920's style limousine came to my front door. I couldn't believe it. I asked if we were going to the airport but the driver said that we would take the limo all the way to P. City.  We were driving along a dark straight but hilly road over and across some railroad tracks. There were some cops who flashed their lights and pulled us over. The cops are right next to us. I look into their car and see that their is a regular un-uniformed guy in the front seat with cops glasses on. He's reaching into the back of the car and picks up a long thin rectangular box. He takes it apart and starts to assemble a huge machine gun. I KNOW he's going to try to blow me away once the gun is assembled. I yell to the driver to fucking step on it. There is a high speed chase. Somehow we ditch him and end up at my house which is now really an apartment. I'm in the dark hallway and see a light coming from underneath the front door. Dance music is in the background leaking. I ring the doorbell and my brother answers. I hug hum really hard. I'm glad he is alive. I cry. I stop hugging him and look around. The very beige tan living room is filled with complete strangers. Everything is so fucking beige and I dont know these people. They are my brother's friends. I'm pissed. How could he have a party when my parents just died? I didn't know that THIS is what he meant for after the funeral. [R. City = my hometown]