I was at work though it didn’t look like work.
I was counselling a lady in a hijab. In the middle of the session a blond woman wearing sunglasses was staring through the door. I tried to ignore her but she entered. She said she had a belt on and she was going to set the bomb off. She told me I had to go and alert the hospice.
I woke up scared. The fear was of what to do. Whether I could leave the client. But that I had to tell people. The responsibility was too much.