Dreams or my own personal hell?

On this last business trip, I was requested by a buyer to do an audit of a supplier in Matamoros, Mexico. I set up my trip last minute on my return trip from vacation in the mountains of Tennessee. What I didn't know was the hell the buyer was waging on my psyche' on this trip.

Last night I was more than happy to fall asleep next to Jerod in the comfort of our own bedroom; something we haven't done much recently, yet I was comforted to do so, even though the power of Monday-return-to-work was weighing on me.

The buyer I was with on this last trip is a Mexican National and he too was "timid" to be in this business area with me. The company I work for has a plant in the same city that was evacuated by the Federal Government of Mexico earlier this year because of the cartel terror strikes locally. The entire city is currently working a schedule from 8am-5pm only Monday to Thursday so that everyone is home by dark and not working on Fridays. (Yet Gringa and Mexican drive in with a Texas plated car and think very little about it until we are leaving and everyone inside the state of Nuevo Leon has questioned our absurdity - WTF???)

So to continue on my story, I fell asleep sound and happy last night; not a bad thought on my conscience that I knew of.

I woke scared enough to have to pee, literally. In my dream, I had been at the supplier and wanted to go out and have a smoke break. The quality manager told me smoking was only allowed off premise. He had the quality engineer and metrologist take me out the back gate to the train tracks. We walked the train tracks for moments while I had a cigarette. I noticed police sirens on a truck at the end of the track. When we walked by, there was a police officer shot in the head leaning on the truck bumper. My colleagues took off running forward off the end of the tracks, I turned left. I turned right into the arms of a really hefty woman, that spoke to me. She said (in plain English) "Vikki, are you scared?". As I tried to run from her some very large, furry faced Mexican stuffed a pill into my mouth and tried to force it down my throat. I was able to stop it from going down and started trying to cough it out while caught in the grasp of the two of them; unable to free myself. I awoke in a full sweat and couldn't go back to sleep for hours.

I'm not sure, but I think I need to avoid doing business and driving into Mexico for awhile. I want to come home to my kids and family and not worry about being one of the 22 dismembered bodies that the federal government of Mexico cannot identify in shallow, sandy graves.