I'm on Smith Street with some friends in front of a place called SAFE. It's a hotel/hostel for transients that rents its rooms by the day or week. We're hear that there's a huge flood in Lower Manhattan.

Later, we're in a large apartment when one of our friends shows up. He's soaking wet and has brought two other young guys. They're all thin and very hippy-looking with large backpacks. Our friend says that he found the other guys in the flood area and brought them back to stay here. We suggest that maybe he takes them to SAFE.

Later, I'm relating this dream to someone.

Later, we're all sitting down to breakfast at the apartment. I look to see what's for breakfast as everyone else slows saunters in.