A swarm of serpents

I dreamed my brother and I were walking in some borderland in the Middle East. We passed through a heavy, rusted gate. I had been there before, and a guide had given me instructions as to how to proceed, but I didn't quite remember them. Around the gates were small, grey beggars who would approach with cupped hands. I told my brother to pay them no mind, to push past the crowd and into the marketplace beyond. We did so, and one of the beggars suspect us of being "Catholic priests" (perhaps he'd heard me speaking in English...?)

Beyond there were narrow dirt roads and stalls, and short, squat trees. The landscape was lit up by sunlight. We attempted to cross between the paths, and I remembered something else my guide had warned us about: beware of snakes.

Sure enough, from out of various small holes in the dirt and grass appeared snarling cobras, darting in and snapping at our heels. I doubled-back after I found three blocking my path, only to find more coming from the grass behind me. I leaped over them and began to run, hollering to my brother to leave this place.