Sunday, April 24, 2011 - 16.34pm

I am in a gorgeous hotel in NYC and all the world leaders are gathered for a summit; my dad is one of them too.
Being super busy with preparations etc, I'm told to occupy myself. I walk along to the coffee shop in the ground floor atrium to get a donut where I am met by an attache of United States presidential office.
He asks me to help him out and deliver a express package-he hands me a brown box labeled "preparatory materials" that have to be delivered to the US president. Her suite is on the fifth floor. I am excited. I want to meet with her and ask her some questions, too.
I take the lift up to the floor, but am forced to leave the package with her secretary. Of course. She's the President of the United States of America. She is 'busy'.
As I take the lift to the ground floor atrium, and get out, the whole building shakes violently; a sinking sense of panic sets in.
I run out to find people going berserk- there has been a blast on one of the top floors...
Trying to find a familiar face for answers I realize no one seems to be going to check the fifth floor.
I scan the atrium and near the stairs; I find her husband. I go up to him and try to make sense of what was going on. All the while, that sinking feeling in my heart is getting stronger, making me weaker.
He sees me, a look of relief washes over his face. He grabs me by the arm and leads me out of the hotel entrance.
By now I'm hysterical about what I might have done. I'm confused why he is so calm, yet so urgent in his movement.  I scream in earnest for someone to check the fifth floor.
The Husband takes me to a waiting cab. We get in. He instructs the driver to take us home.

Suddenly, there's a shift in scenes and we're outside my house.  I have stopped sobbing but I'm still miserable. I have let out everything.
He finally knows the truth..
But he isn't angry.
He embraces me and tells me it will be all right. In response to my questioning look, he smiles. He says that someone had to do it but he never meant for it to be me, there must have been a mistake at the Pentagon, because I was their daughter.