Dream About Vacant Mall And Lost Rooms

I was out shopping with my mom, we were in Regina though. The Cornwall centre is where we were shopping. But I guess in this dream it was the Cornwall centre in Yorkton. So, we are walking around and the place feels unusually vacant. We come across some people with their kids and we are looking at phones and making jokes and laughing. But we are laughing usually loud, it’s almost annoying to the others around because they keep staring at us. We then start to make our way to a different part of the mall, instead there are two employees in the hallway that leads to the other stores. One male and one female. The male decides to lead us down a very plain, beige colorless narrow hallway. But now I’m by myself, I look behind me and the guy is standing a few feet behind me, he’s smiling and nodding his head. I turn back around and I open the door that was at the end of the colorless and narrow hallway. It’s a small room, with metal drawer in the left of the wall, and to the right is wood scraps and my cousin Tristin, sitting in a wheelchair on his phone. And suddenly my cousin, Lyndell is there with me. The dynamic between me and her is like when we were 10 again. Lyndell starts looking through drawers and I just stand there “Not many businesses seem to last here in Yorkton.” Pointing out how the small city is pretty vacant. After looking through the drawers, Lyndell stands up and just looks around the small room. I go behind my cousin Tristin in a wheelchair, I put my hands on the handle bars and I begin to push him out the room. The room felt like there wasn’t anything beyond, just nothingness. As I’m pushing Tristin out of the room, he’s not even the real person. “We should take him, he’s always been interesting” I say. This Tristin was like a souless clone. I begin to walk down the narrow hallway and we come across another room to the left of us. I open the door and it’s my room from when I was 14. But it’s not my room anymore, it’s someone else’s room now. It’s completely different and messy. There is clothes and garbage all over the floor and I look to the left where there is a bed and a person sitting on the bed. I walk over to the window and I say “You should get up and do something” as I open the curtains. The person says “There’s nothing to do anyways.” I stand there and look around the room. It’s almost like I was in the perspective of a mother looking at her own depressed child. The end.