overlooked

i dreamt izzy and i were at some sort of small event (thinking church event - like a family fun night) in a different country where we were visiting. there was only one other American there, a male who was only an acquaintance. there was a loud noise outside and someone came running into the building screaming that "they were coming!" it was chaotic, everyone scrambled to gather their families and hide. we were seperated from the other American, but remained calm. i held izzy against me as we made our way toward the exit. a man in military garb busted in. we were face to face with him. he pushed passed us, unscathed by the fact we were making our way into the crowded street. i knew they were looking for us, but they didn't expect their description to include us. they knew they were looking for an American who was important to ______-mission or the opposing force. they thought the person they were looking for was a)male b)a spy of sorts due to the knowledge they had accessed. they also had vague details that weren't fully accurate, like *he* eats like a Jew. the soldier who pushed passed us wouldn't expect a young woman and her child to be vital to any military mission. so, we entered the streets of this country...full of confusion...some streets had blockaids...others were simply swarming with military force of sorts.

a few days passed and things had settled down a bit, but the search continued. the military had taken up residence in this city. we walked down the street, through the outdoor markets, through the culturally rich areas of the city. looking around, i knew the next state of things for certain buildings. one that stands out would be burnt to the ground but would be re-built there on the river but take on a differnt form...museum or theatre of sorts. across the way, we ate on the outdoor balcony of a restaurant. there were 3 men enjoying themselves at the restaurant bar within view. 1 glanced our way a few times during our meal. at the end of our meal, our server asked if we'd be having dessert. Izzy asked (a typical question for us) if the dessert had milk in it. I don't recall the server's response, but the 1 man at the bar had obviously been tuning in. He perked up, but also looked perplexed. i pretended not to notice. Izzy and I paid and left. As we did, this 1 man also paid and broke away from his buddies at the bar to follow us out...even held the door and made an effort to strike up friendly conversation.

I'm not sure that he was part of the military group looking for us, but I'm sure he had heard what they were looking for. By Izzy's request at the restaurant, he knew 1 part, but by striking up conversation was trying to solidify our country of origin. I was hesitant to give away that part of our identity, but spoke kindly toward him anyways.

Around that time, I woke up. I'm not sure which side of things he was on, but fairly sure he was about to offer us a place to stay and/or a way out if we wanted it. I'm not sure that we wanted a way out, but I was sure he and his family were about to be blessed.