Dream About Dystopian World And Family

I was in the noir world again. It was night but this time I was in a city where there were some areas of bright lights coming from signage such as neon signs, street lights, store fronts. It was rainy and I found myself lost again. I did not recognize the area. It was a busy area but kind of scary. Some buildings were wrecked and half of their structures missing. I think it was New York but a different timeline maybe. People were still living in them in squaller. There was an air of concern about something coming. Then I suddenly found myself inside a kitchenette with a round table that had a red and white plaid table cloth. There were people inside the tenement in the small space. A woman with short black hair was holding a toddler that only wore diapers. There was also a blondish little girl around 10 years old. They knew me but I didn’t know them. They kept talking to me and I felt like I was transported into the body of a teenage girl maybe an older replica of the little girl. I walked into the living room and it was also small and cramped and messy. Then a man walked inside the front door wearing a tan trench coat hat. He took the coat off and he was wearing a white dress shirt stained with water blotches from the rain. His round green eyes and beakish nose were the first thing I caught my eye. He had a ruddy complexion and his face was plump but his chin was long and with his predominant features, reminded me of an eagle. He felt familiar to me though I do not know him. He took off his hat it was soaked and went into the kitchen. This was supposed to be my family but they were around the same age that I am now and I knew they weren’t. However for some reason I felt comfortable with this small family and felt they needed my help so I played along and pretended I was their daughter still trying to figure out why I was in this dystopian type world again. He told the dark haired woman my mother that we had to leave now. The woman gave me the toddler and she grabbed the little girl as we quickly exited into the hallway. I could see many people scurrying and exiting at the same time. We ended up in another wrecked building but the lights were dimmer in this area and I knew there was some kind of a menace looming. At this point I started to believe he was my father and was trying to warn him to stay low so he wouldn’t be spotted as he walked outside to check things out. The toddler was walking around this dark building that had many different stairwells. I remember running after him afraid he would fall down the stairs. I swooped him up and walked back to the building entrance looking for my fictional father. I was going to let him know to wear the keys to whatever they opened on his chain so he would not lose them and he reveled he had already thought of that displaying the dangling keys. I also had a set of keys on my necklace and mirrored his gesture to him. I don’t know why this seemed so important at the time to convey to him, but we were being persecuted and I felt like there were some kind of mechanical entities somewhere around us although I did not see them I could sense them searching for people and we were part of that m group they were looking for. There was a scary feel of persecution to the dream but I felt calm in a way, like we had things under control. I guess I assimilated to become the character of the teen girl that I embodied but I still knew I was not that person deepI was in the noir world again. It was night but this time I was in a city where there some areas of bright lights coming from signage such as neon signs m, street lights, store fronts. It was rainy and I found myself lost again. I did not recognize the area. It was a busy area but kind of scary. Some buildings were wrecked and half of their structures missing. I think it was New York but a different timeline maybe. People were still living in them. There was an air of concern about something. I suddenly found myself inside a kitchenette with a round table that had a red and white plaid table cloth. There were people inside the tenement in the small space. A woman with short black hair and sh me was holding a toddler that only wore diapers. There was a blondish little girl around 10 years old. They knew me but I didn’t know them. They kept talking to me and I felt like I was transported into the body of a teenage girl maybe an older replica of the little girl. I walked into the living room and it was also small and cramped and messy. A man walked inside wearing a trench coat and hat. He took the coat off and he was wearing a white dress shirt stain with water blotches from the rain. His round green eyes and beakish nose was the first thing I noticed. He had a ruddy complexion and his face reminded me of a bird. He felt familiar but I do not know him. He took off his coat and went into the kitchen. This was supposed to be my family but they were around the same age that I am now. I played along and pretended I was their daughter still trying to figure out why I was in this dystopian type world again. He told the woman we had to leave now. The woman gave me the toddler and sh grabbed the little girl as we walked out in the hallway. Many people were exiting at the same time. We ended up in another wrecked building but the lights were dimmer in this area and I knew there was some kind of a menace looming. At this point I started to believe he was my father and was trying to warn him to stay low as he walked outside to check things out. The toddler was waking around this dark building that had many different stairwells. I remember ruining after him afraid he would fall down the stairs. I swooped him up and walked back to the building entrance looking for my fictional father. I was going to let him know to wear the keys to whatever they opened in his chain so he would not lose them and he reveled he had already done that. I don’t know why this seemed so important for me to convey to him, but we were being persecuted and I feel like there were robotic entities somewhere around although I did not see them I could sense them searching for people and we were part of that group. There was a scary feel of persecution to the dream but I felt calm in a way, like we had things under control. I guess I assimilated to be the character I embodied but I still knew I was not that person deep inside and was just playing a roll like when you play a video game.