Monsters and Indians

It has been a while since I had the dream; however, it still remains vivid in my mind. The dream begins with me hiding, underneath a small cloth suspended between two trees, from some sort of monsters off in the distance. The setting of the dream was the desert, a vast, flat range with mountains off in the distance. The "monsters" were destroying anything and everything in sight, people were running desperately for their lives. I remained, for whatever reason, underneath the cloth. Next thing I know, the cloth has become a small restaurant, in which many patrons are sitting patiently, eating a meal. There is still a prevailing sense of fear about what is outside however, rather than being assaulted by a monster, the patrons watch as two American Indians enter through the door. An older Indians enters, wild eyed, wielding a hatchet, followed by a younger Indian with a much softer expression. The older Indian demanded something to eat. I got up and joined them in the kitchen. I don't remember what I made them to eat, all I remember is trying to meet their requests as to avoid them hurting someone. Next thing I know, I've somehow slipped out the door, leaving the patrons of the restaurant inside, alone with the Indians. I woke up from the dream with an overwhelming sense that I had let the people down and wanted to reenter the dream so that I could go back into the restaurant.