I had a dream that I was a poor Indian boy and my mother and I went to an apple event where they were giving out free phones. We were unable to get a phone but I realized that they were Samsung anyway and I didn't want a Samsung. I found three phones but then they morphed into ipads and I realized that they were someone else's. Then I had flashbacks to when the day my (dream) dad left our family he was acting weird and the dad had all of the money so that was why we were poor. Then I was myself and in theatre class. I had a Samsung phone and a boy made fun of me for it and I cried.