Two nights ago I had a very interesting dream, maybe inspired, or might just be an expression of the times, or bad bar-b-q I don’t know. I just know that it was vivid, very real, and definitely had some symbolism in it.

 

I was sitting in a Jewish market square, I don’t know how I knew it was Jewish, I just did. The weather was perfect and everyone seems cheerful.  I was wearing an American uniform and carrying 2 pistols and a shot gun, and I got the feeling I was the security. It was a perfect day.  Then two officers dressed in black appeared on one side of the square and told the people they couldn’t be there any more, they could have the other three sections, but not that one. I think it was the east side, but not sure.  Then the two officers slowly push along each side pushing the Jews into one section.  I wanted to do something, but was scared of something, what I don’t know, but I felt intense fear.  The Jews started to push back, and one of the officer hit one of the Jews.  I then stepped in and stopped him and pulled him away.  When I turned around the Jews were gone replaced by others.  I asked where the Jews went and he pointed down a dark alley.  The perfect day had become dark and windy.  As I walked down the street it went from nice to shabby and run down.  A female shop owner yelled at me that someone was stealing from their store. I ran in guns drawn and shot at a moving shadow but missed. Then I got a good look at the criminal.  It was an old Jewish lady who was obviously stealing to keep from starving.  I also realized it was an Arab shop owner screaming at me to shoot the old lady and she didn’t deserve to live. She was fanatical about it.  I held my gun on her and was about to shoot, but shot next to her, and told her to leave.  As I left the store a red headed man armed to the teeth bumped into me. I asked him if he was Jewish, he said no, but he was there to help them fight and wanted me to help, but I couldn’t.  I gave him my guns to help him out, but knew if I fought. I would suffer some extreme consequence and I walked away.  I felt like I should have helped, but for some reason I couldn’t.

 

That’s where it ended.