Accused of a terrible crime I didn’t commit

Date: 6/9/2019

I don’t think I remember all of it, but here’s what I do remember. I had been accused of a terrible crime, and everybody thought I had done it, even my family. I think that it involved murder, possibly even mass murder. I had protested my innocence, but nobody believed me. The whole country knew my face and believed me to be guilty. At the point at which the dream occurred, I had gotten used to all of this, and was feeling rather melancholy. I wasn’t in prison yet for some reason (perhaps I was on bail during an appeal, or hadn’t been convicted yet, or something like that). I was walking through a supermarket, probably trying to keep my head down, when I saw a man who had been my boyfriend before all of this happened. He also believed me to be a heinous criminal. I don’t remember his name, but I do remember that he was biracial (part African, or Indian, or something similar, mixed with European probably), had a shaved head, and was wearing a leather jacket. I gave him a weak, sad smile and he looked shocked, then walked away down the aisle. (I still felt some - slight - affection for him despite everything.) (After an unknown period of time - could be seconds or minutes) I took my trolley into the self-serve area, ignoring police officers behind me pointing their guns at me. In the middle of the self-serve area I looked up and realised that I was completely surrounded, not only by police officers, but also by soldiers, all pointing their guns at me and shouting orders (probably telling me to put my hands in the air, get on my knees, etc, though I don’t actually remember). This was apparently a common occurrence, because I readily submitted to them and knew what to do, though I verbally protested my innocence as they grabbed me. The whole thing made me very sad that no one believed me. (I’m not sure if I dreamed this next bit or made it up after I woke.) The ex-boyfriend stood there watching as they took me away, probably the one who called them in the first place. I also remember imagining the headlines saying that I had been vindicated. I think that my name wasn’t mine; I vaguely remember it being something like “Moa”, instead of my actual surname.