dream of bin-dwellers and solidarity

I was hanging around with a group of people who lived in storage spaces. They all congregated at a small coffeeshop, loud with conversation and activity. There was another man there who I knew and we decided to have a contest for who could go the longest without smoking. The crowd cheered when they heard. We looked at each other and I felt like we were both wondering if we could possibly do this. At the same time, the competitive aspect of it made it seem a little more doable. As we were walking back to the storage space we heard the sound of pursuers approaching. We ran into the space and hid ourselves as well as possible. I landed in a large pile of debris and somehow they weren’t able to find me. I wondered how we were going to get out of here.