Unwilling Assassin

Last night, I had a dream that I was an unwilling assassin. Some men dressed in slick suits kidnapped me from the crummy trailer park where I was living (maybe that was just a flash back), and refused to let me go home until I killed this man. He was the son of a foreign dignitary, very young. We were at a huge party in a dive Cajun restaurant. Everyone was dressed to the nines. I was given a gun that looked like a power drill. It was a semi-automatic. In that crowded room, I couldn't discern how I would use such a potentially loud gun & still be able to escape. I considered just killing everyone. No witnesses.
Suddenly, the party was over, and I had missed my mark. The men escorted me back to the van & proceeded to take me with them on a series of petty drug deals conducted at run-down domiciles in shady neighborhoods, under a cloudy grey sky.
I woke up just as I was starting to recognize some of the residents.