Dream About Native American Refugee Persecution

Just had a dream I was a native American refugee being persecuted by the white man. They were killing all the natives and killing all our animals. We were sprinting through the jungle trying to get away as fast as possible. We thought it would be a good idea to drop down under a bridge that had a pit of dead people. I remember hiding in a pit of dead bodies with 3 of my other tribesmen. Shit was wild. Then once I survived my dream transitioned into the modern era and I was still native but wearing modern clothing and then people were curious to get to know us because we were rare people It was a whole army after us but we managed to get away by being sneaky and acting dead I had to kill to survive. And because I killed to survive I was able to grow older and live to see the future. I was in a museum-like area. It was an area of tourist where people had stuff about native Americans and then they were shocked to see 3 of us walking down the street together. It was like they couldn’t believe that there were 3 Native American guys walking together in a group. But I felt out of the ordinary. I felt like I was wearing the white man’s cultural clothing. Not my own culture. It felt like I had to change my appearance to blend in with modern society. But the feelings I had in the dream was that I didn’t care what I looked like because I had to do whatever to survive the massacre of our native people There were a handful I white men I choked to dead with my bare hands and necks that I snapped with my arms. That I remember in my dream. I had to do it to survive