Saved by the Jews

It's the end of the world. Anarchy has ensued, and no governing factions are in operation any longer. Everyone who has money, or means, has left this busy city that I am in, and the streets are now crawling with the scum that are left. Drug dealers, lunatics, addicts, and huge, agressive men that have stayed to do some serious damage to anyone around. It's chaos outside, people are beating each other up, looting stores. I try to grab a bunch of stuff out of a store to trade with people down the line, but I don't have a bag, and keep dropping things on the street. The wind is terrifying, whipping newspapers and garbage into the air.

I have run down an alley with Ja. and crammed ourselves through an impossibly small trap door/grate type opening in a wall to crawl down into the basement of a building for shelter. There is dark red, stained carpet on the ground, and the room is littered with crumpled up paper and old clothes. Everyone down there is Jewish, and I realize that we are in a safe room of some kind just for Jewish people. I am thankful that I no longer have blonde hair for some reason, and feel guilty for thinking about stereotypes, or assuming that they would turn on me if I was aryan. We can hear screams and crazy noises from the street even from our hideout. For some reason, I decide to leave.

I get cornered by these two men against a wall, and they taunt me, shoving me and leering into my face. I manage to escape, and run back down the alley that I came up from. I get back in the safe room.

It's a crazy, disjointed dream. At one point, I am giving two men handjobs in this bathtub - they've threatened to kill me, and it's all I can think of to keep them occupied, and make them somehow feel SOMETHING for me so that they don't crush me with their huge fists. I am crying, but still trying to maintain a happy face, like I want to be there.

At another point, I am in a van with Am. and Al. We want to go and hide out in this library, but for some reason, won't be allowed in if Al. is with us. Am is getting mad at him for not having the necessary skills. We're driving down South Fraser.