For years during my teens and twenties, I used to live at 7955 Bullard Drive in remote and lonely Newcastle, CA, 95658.
I just woke up from the following dream:
About my present age (45), I was celebrating Shuvuot on Bullard Drive in Newcastle. My Chabad shul on Bullard Drive was having elaborate festivities. I participated. I got covered in oil.
The festivities were disrupted and destroyed by these anti-Semitic non-Jews, some of them Seventh-Day Adventists. They taunted us. They pushed us around. They had friends in law enforcement and they let us know we were powerless.
About 1 a.m., I started walking up Bullard Drive, near my former home. I ran into my rabbi and some of my friends from shul. We discussed our destroyed evening. “The goyim can be like this,” was the consensus.
I walked on alone.
I run into a group of more than a dozen rowdy non-Jewish teens.
Because I am covered in oil, they light matches and flip them at me. They flick burning cigarettes at me. Luckily, I am not set alight.
Then they get into these cars that shoot flames and they race at me. I avoid them. I avoid getting burned. Then they sexually assault me (short of penetration).
Battered and bruised, I stagger away and call 9-1-1.
Two black cops come out and instead of helping me, they laugh at me. They join the party and the pogrom. They get drunk.
I stagger into the bushes and hide. Finally, I find a computer and I blog my story.
I stagger back to Bullard Drive and with the help of an honest neighbor, we hold up the teens and their adult accomplices at gun point.
Then honest law enforcement show up. They collect the evidence. They see I was not lying. I feel righteously angry. How could this happen in America in 2011?
The dream seemed to go on and on. It was only a few minutes after waking up that I realized that it had all been a dream.
