Crying About The American Dream

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place in The United States and I was outside at a college with maybe my mom near a bus and some college buildings, and a young man was being interviewed about the college American Football (football) team and if he would play football for this college.

The young man wanted to know what was in it for him if he were to play football at this college, it had to be worth it for him to do so, and after the interview my mom and I possibly talked to him.

I am not sure if this was the same young man or not, but I remember walking and talking with a young man with light-medium color skin who I possibly thought was from Macedonia or Azerbaijan.

The young man did not seem to trust me or want to talk to me at first, but at some point he started to tell me about how back in his country there had been war/conflict with Armenia and how he had left from his country to The United States to escape jihad (probably taking part in it).

I asked him why did he choose The United States, and he started telling me about how he had imagined things would be there basically The American Dream and he felt that The United States would be a good place with its immigrant history et cetera; but now that he was here things were not the way that he had expected.

Hearing his story and how his dreams/hopes about The American Dream had been crushed and how The American Dream is not real and that the reality of The United States is different from that really saddened me on several levels, and I started crying.

This surprised the young man and after this he trusted me and was friendly toward me, and he treated me like a friend for the rest of the dream as we walked and talked around the college.

At some point I noticed a circular rash on my shoulder that I had false memories of, but now I noticed some new rashes inside this rash so I wanted to go get it checked finally; and so we went to find an infirmary at the college.

I remember walking across a street that looked like the street that The E House is on, and on the right side somewhat past where Mrs. MB’s house was an entrance way that possibly went down toward a one-story building that looked like it might be an infirmary so we went inside of it.

It was very dark inside, barely lit, and there was a lobby and front desk like an infirmary with several assumed nurses/doctors behind it.

I asked one of them who was a man with light-color skin if this was an infirmary, he responded rudely and mentioned something that would prove it, but what he mentioned was not proof.

I noticed several things that were not right and I felt danger and that these people were imposters, I started to walk away quietly telling the young man that we needed to get out not, and as I was doing this the workers/imposters noticed and I heard one telling the others and maybe they mentioned bringing a gun so that they could stop us but we ran.

One or more of them ran after us, I led the young man on a route to avoid leading the imposters to my parents street, and I ran to another street where we would wait and hide a moment and then either hide at my parents house or return to the college.

But I woke up.

In the real world I had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV, and I woke up about 5 hours later.

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