Barbers (DREAM)

I'm walking up a city hill with two friends. The area seems foreign to me. We arrive at a barber shop. One of my friends is getting a haircut with me. The other came for company. We walk up the steps and into the shop. It seems to be rather crowded. The three of us wait on a bench near the entrance. One of the barbers motions to another to greet us. He comes over to us and tells us that we're good looking. He's Russian. The first barber tells him to go ahead and "do it." He tells my friend to step outside with him. I look at him, confused. He walks my friend outside. I get up to follow. My other friend stays. As I come outside, I see the barber holding my friend from behind. My friend is struggling. The man lifts an ether-soaked rag up towards my friend's face. I yell. I run down to the man and pull his arm over his shoulder and slam him into the ground. My friend runs up the hill. I run in the opposite direction. I come to an area with huts and sheds. Many broke down cars in the area. I hide behind a portion of a wall. A man grabs me and tells me I have to leave. I ask him to be quiet and tell him a man is trying to kill me. The barber that I slammed into the ground walks by 20 yards away. The man behind the wall with me gives me a screwdriver and tells me to get away. I run off and see the barber again. I hide in a shed. There's another man in the shed who tells me I must leave. I explain the same thing to him. He takes my screwdriver and gives me a knife. He says the screwdriver isn't good enough. I run back towards the barber shop.