To the End of Your Eternity (dystopian war dream with bombings)

The story began with me sitting outside with my English Teacher (a mix of My ninth grade English teacher and Ezra Fitz from Pretty Little Liars). Because I expected to travel and be behind on assignments, he was having me read two chapters of a story and discuss them with him. The story was actually a written version of Attack On Titan, and it resembled a fan fiction I am writing now. I thought the book was so good, and one part was particularly funny when the protagonist (kind of Y/N) put rocks in the Scout’s bathroom, and Levi thought that they were 💩 and almost passed out from disgust. I was telling the teacher who much I loved the entire franchise. He was impressed. The scene changed slightly and I was finishing the chapters in my teacher’s car. I was laughing and telling him about how much I loved it. We were parked outside of my house in the rain like he was dropping me off. It didn’t feel romantic or anything, idk. Soon, a girl who was walking by (who looked like my friend GH) knocked on the car window and said “it’s time to go.” She was very serious, and she looked scared. “Go!” Ezra/ninth grade English teacher yelled. I stumbled out of the car to look up and see a black helicopter flying very low to the ground. Sirens were going off. Somehow I knew it was a war helicopter, and we were in danger. My teacher drove off as I ran inside my house. Inside, my family huddled in our living room as we heard damage being done outside. We had to pretend no one was home, because apparently the bombers would bomb anything that resembled a person. It fell to night, and I was getting extremely stressed and panicky. I could see outside that a bomb had fallen not too far away because a fire was starting, houses were reflecting red. “Mom, that’s close, isn’t it?” I asked. I was arguing with my family because they didn’t seem that scared. I felt actually petrified and was trying to talk some sense into them (though I knew that they were trying to be strong for my sake) Suddenly, a large family ran into our house. It was a white woman with a Hispanic husband. They had young Hispanic boys and two white blonde girls with them. I actually yelled at them and told them to leave. If the bombers had seen them enter our house, we’d have been dead for sure. They were putting my family in danger. However, my mom was kind to them and let them in. I was on the verge of having a full-on breakdown. Some of the kids would come towards me but I would push them away as we continued to hide in the house. I made it known I was mad they had come. The scene changed again. We were no longer in my house. During the day, we traveled to a city and had created a bomb shelter on a rooftop (which doesn’t really make sense, but). We added these black plastic walls to it to conceal us. At night, we had to press up against the walls and huddle to avoid bombers. It was difficult because we had young children with us from the family that kind of barged into our house. However, I was beginning to accept that we had all become a family now, and they were really nice and kind. Their two young girls really gravitated towards me. One night, during hiding, the one almost stood up to change positions, but I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. Ever since then, they both huddled on either side of me in my arms, and I would stroke their hair to comfort them. We became really close, I would act like their mom and always stay by them. They thought my sarcastic comments were funny. The next morning, the girls’ father had sat them down to talk. “You can’t stand like that,” he said. “They’ll shoot anything that looks like a person, anything that moves. They’ll go-“ he pretended to have a gun in his hand. “Pew pew!” This went on for months. We began to accept other people in our bomb shelter and it became a community. Other bomb shelters existed too in communities, or so travelers would tell us. The world became post-apocalyptic as building remained collapsed and vines took things over. At one point, my friend JG joined our bomb shelter. It was getting colder out, and she showed up in winter gear, boots, and a backpack with her mom like she’d been traveling. She looked dirty and stressed, telling me her father was killed. As soon as I saw her, I left playing with the girls to ran up to her and wrapped her into a hug, telling her how glad I was to see her. She looked like a different person, and I kind of wondered if I did too. I was still known as being more anxious than some of the others, I typically kept to myself unless I was with my family or the two girls. Nonetheless, people were nice to be, I was just really introverted. The community had gotten pretty large, traveling stragglers would find us and decide to stay. One girl my age came up to the girls and I and started bragging about how she came from London. The girls just continued to play with little electronic devices they had (really old like video game devices from the 2000s they brought with). At one point, my parents told me to come up with contacts in case something happened to the community. I remember trying to think of who to reach out, and I ended up messaging the teacher I mentioned previously. I hoped he was okay, and I wasn’t sure who else would be able to protect me. He had driven away when he dropped me off that first day, and I really hoped he wasn’t bombed while doing so. One day, to lighten the mood, an activity was being held by the adults. Basically, anyone interested was put into these black cubes (I went with the two girls) and we were flown up in helicopters from the government. We thought we were being arrested at first. Inside, these guys we didn’t know put harnesses on us. I was scared and clung to the girls. When we were attached, the floor disappeared from underneath us and we fell. We were terrified at first, but then we hit trampoline. A trampoline park was built IN THE AIR by the adults. It was connected to buildings. It was exhilarating to be jumping in the middle of the city like that. The harness kept me safe and let me go so high up. Each kid was given their own trampoline section the helicopter would hover above. One woman, an aerialist, was doing tricks in the air as her helicopter took her around the sky. It was so fun, all the younger boys especially loved it. I remember beginning to make frequent eye contact with a guy my age. He had these piecing blue eyes and dark hair, he had traveled on his own. I never spoke to him though. During the trampoline scene, I was talking to some friends on FaceTime as I hovered in the air. I was talking to my college roommates. “Yeah, it’s an amazing show,” I said, speaking to Emilee specifically. “It’s called To the End of Your Eternity.” I explained the plot to her, and I was actually explaining the plot of the dream I’d just told you. It was starting to feel like a television series. I remembered wondering who my romantic interest would be in the series. That’s when I woke up. Maybe I was close to determining that it was a dream after the trampoline part. Honestly, this dream felt different. I miss the two girls. I didn’t mention their mom, but she was really kind and sweet as well. I hope they are okay! I still feel like I need to hide from bombs. War is terrible.