Futuristic War Time (I Think)

Date: 3/19/2020

I was in some sort of futuristic era. Everything looked like desert and decaying, besides the man-made buildings for people that had a futuristic vibe to them. I think there was a war going on, explaining the lack of nature and life. My family was dead, and I was being forced to live with a women and her two daughters, my new stepsisters (as if I was Cinderella). I didn’t know these people, but didn’t have anywhere else to go. We ended up going shopping at this mall in the middle of the desert area that had windows for walls. It kind of looked like it came out of a futuristic Polly Pocket or something, with bright colors against grey walls and strange features like wavy chairs and swirly chairs. My stepmother wasn’t letting me get anything, and if I liked something my stepsisters would just tell me how ugly I was and that I didn’t deserve it. In despair, I fled to the back of the store and started crying. My friend from high school showed up and started comforting me, telling me not to listen to what my stepsisters said. She’s a really funny person and got me to smile again as we shopped together. The dream shifted, but the war was still going on and I was still in a desert area. Sand and dirt was everywhere with some grassy areas here and there. I was with a group of kids. I think during this time of war, as kids lost their families, they began to form gangs. This gang was led by a fierce, mean boy who kind of forced me to be a part of it. He had weapons he would use if I tried to leave. We lived in these wagons that looked like something from a hayride. Some of my friends from high school were also there, as well as really young kids. I took it upon myself to be the mother figure to these kids, spending my time with them and consoling them. I forget what happened, but I made the leader really mad. There might have been a battle with another gang, and I remember we were riding the wagons to get away from these colorful bouncy balls. I might have saved a boy in another gang instead of killing him or something. But the leader was not okay with this, and he tied my wrists to the back of one of the wagons so I couldn’t go anywhere.