I was dreaming that I was with some girls navigating the desolate parts of the mall corridors. The girls were supposedly my friends. Supposedly, we were in our mid-to-late teens. The underlying feeling I had in this dream was as if I was taken and put in a life of someone else, but without their memories and was treated as me. So I didn't know who these girls are and my past.

These corridors had lots of elevators. One of the girls told that she's scared of these desolate corridors. I tried to cheer her up by telling that we're all in it together, but it didn't seem to calm her down. I wasn't scared though, because I had people with me.

Then I wanished and ended up in the normal part of the mall, one of the shops. I walked to the shop owner and asked about my friends, which he told will probably go here too soon. I felt I fucked up and told I'm going to travel back in time to get them. So this sudden teleport was because of the time travel then, huh. Turned out I didn't need it, because the girls soon appeared in the seats that were all around the shop.

We would walk around the shop, which had more empty boutiques in it, each with a computer table in the very middle of each room, with people behind these. I was perplexed as to why they'd place it like this and kept asking, but they wouldn't answer. We would encounter shadow people all around the shop. Pink shades were memories of my past friends, but I don't know what purple shades were. Both types seemed like a normal thing so no one would bother with them.

The girls later would go to the staff room to look for something, and I was left by myself. Shades would look in their phones, or look at me, but otherwise they stood still. I got unnerved by them, and went back to the girls, asking them at what point I was friends with people shades of whom I see now, but girls kept looking at me with confusion and tell that I should know. I realized that it's better drop this conversation.

We kept talking, and the shades were all around us. Looking at us. Then the world went to black and I heard someone whispering to me, and then I woke up. Though… I think "kicked out of the dream" would be more fitting, as if I did something I wasn't supposed to. It was early morning, like 5 am, and I got very fucking scared of this cryptic bullshit. Especially whispering… brr.

I couldn't get back to sleep this night.