The people of salt, execution

Date: 8/13/2020

I'm gonna skip the beginning cuz I cant remember much and its unimportant I was riding in a prisoner's ship (I forgot why) but I was not a prisoner. I was there as a researcher or ambassador or something. I started a conversation with a young girl prisoner next to me about how I always wanted to sail the seas and think about the waves and creatures beneath me. Then I remembered how insensitive that was, because she had no choice. I continued to make conversation with those around me, and I started to form bonds with these people (the majority were extremely young) Eventually they started singing. It was a song of hope against who they're facing, and I never wished more that I could remember something about a dream. At some point the boat turned into a bus, and we stopped at a port. I got out and prepared some food at an open stall (I remember something there was super strange tasting) After I ate, a few of the prisoners dashed out, one was a boy i met, and the brother of the girl i got close to. The people around me called prison break and started to chase the small group that was running away. One of the large men with swords looked towards me and I said something like, I'm not a prisoner, then I started my reasoning (for some reason, I looked like a guy there) I got back on the bus, after a scrawny old man pushed me to get in. Inside, the majority of people had some bruises or cuts, the guys more so then the girls. I walked over to the girl I knew and told her I'll come back for them (mainly meaning the boy that ran off. Somehow I knew It was doing something important for their cause) And I knew the boy heard me somehow, talking about more hope. Eventually those who were left arrived at the spot I knew was for their execution. I hopped off as well, and in a daze rubbed my hand on one of the many large pink salt rocks covering the area. In fact, the ground was mainly that pink salt. I looked at my hands in horror, and remembered 'that these people,,, turn into salt when they die. I looked at my salt covered hand and wondered who it was. I looked up at my friend and tried to apologize, but she just took my hand and started singing that song again. After a moment of the singing, I woke up crying.