The beginning of the dream is way too hazy now. Me and others had done something and now were walking along a partially covered path near a building. Some go on ahead, and I stay behind with another person. I suddenly realize I'm only wearing my underwear. To make things worse, cars seem to be coming my way slowly (on a pedestrian path, nonetheless), but I'm more worried about them seeing me like that than anything else. I hide behind a pillar nearby and wait for them to pass, wondering where did my clothes go. I'm a little impatient, as there seem to be way too many cars passing by here. Eventually I head on, arriving on an open area (while this one was a little narrow) with my friends.

The light in this area suddenly changes to a blueish hue, as does the whole background story and situation. I seem to be wearing a suit. M. Z., from work, is here. She seems pretty depressed and desperate. She sits on the floor, hopeless, and keeps on going about how she messed up a job interview we both - as well as others - had just attended to. It seems there was this big company which would make a great job opportunity, but it was owned by a bitter old man who was a racist and had a lot of prejudice. He hated Black people, Asians, Jews, as well as several other religions and minorities. He also didn't trust women to work for him.

M. was almost crying and saying how she probably messed up. I didn't like seeing her like that, so I tried to cheer her up. "M., we all know he's like that, there was nothing you could have done." She'd shake her head and go on and on "No, I could have done this or that". "M., he hates jews, you can't blame it on yourself for being Jewish." "NO! I could have changed my last name! I could have pretended I wasn't Jewish!" We suddenly hear A's voice, coming from somewhere, though we don't see her: "You were going to pretend not to be Jewish with THAT look? Gimme a break!" (She referred to physical characteristics). M. went on and on "No, I could have gotten a plastic surgery..." Nothing we said would help her. Others were now leaving the building through some glass doors, and I somehow knew that he had already picked someone. I proceeded to explain to M. that he didn't pick most people based on their religions, as he hated several of them. The guy who had been picked, apparently, was part of a really specific religion.