I'm at this catering service my mom and one of her friends work for. In asking them how they got the jobs, I found out that, while they don't work for the company, but are called in for particular events which is how they earn money... or earned.

My mom at this point had found another job. The comments on how she lost the job were amusing.

Deciding to be on my way, I walked down a street. I was reading things via some device from the net as people were posting.

I saw common people running down a hill which I was walking upon -- area like downtown athens. It was evening. I notice an undercover cop and a nearby police station. As I walk, I notice someone behind me running and step out of their way. They slow down just a moment, but continue. This sets of red flags for me in this dream so I continue walking.

I walk on and notice a second, seemingly out-of-place person approaching me and I quicken my steps to move away. They follow as quickly as they can and I turn into the first lit, public building I am able to identify. Tables and chairs abound... along with the first person that made me nervous.

There are a group of people in the building at a table. They look like thugs. Spanish-speaking thugs. I ignore them for now. As I'm just trying to remain focus on where the others are, I notice no one handy to ask where things are. I try to find a table, bathroom, anything, but nothing is around. At a moment where I appeared distracted, one of the guys that ran past me before tried to grab my wallet. I had an extra shirt in a bag I was carrying, so I pulled it out and swung it toward his face. I did get him away from my things, but I hit someone nearby.

This person happened to be in a gang. I must have really bothered him because he decided that he had to take something to my face immediately in order to remedy the situation. I tried to explain my position. He did not care. A waitress appeared. They paid her money to ignore the situation I guess. I don't know.

I talked as much as I could. Of the people chasing me, one remained. The other vanished. The person I hit asked if he could kick me a certain way. I explained that it might dislocate my hip and I had barely brushed him with a t-shirt. He asked if he could hit me three times with a stick with the final hit being alongside my kneecap. I said no, this time no explaining. I asked to talk to the leader and explain myself. They said there were no leaders in this gang. One of them, by this time, had handed the offended person a long stick. There was a wooden mallet at the end. Something like a lacrosse stick.

I had to assess the situation; there were 16 of them, all focused on me, in a confined space with nothing to hide under or behind that everyone couldn't surround, with no weapons or communications device to instantly contact police and I didn't know the address here. I had no help. I didn't want anything broken and I didn't want head trauma. A cut or a bruise I could deal with. No aiming at major joints. They didn't want to comply with my wishes.

They looked really hungry...

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... I woke myself up.