A long and frustrating dream.
Society had collapsed. Everyone headed for the country which became quite crowded. A stereotypical bad person came along to our camp and tried to forcefully recruit the males. They resisted. One elderly person got their head chopped off and shortly after that the bad dude was overpowered and began whimpering.
Next, I’m headed into a dingy shopping centre complex that seemed to be bustling. I was separated from my family and seemed to be doing circles of the complex. Here, the complex had a predominantly dark orange tinge. As night was falling, the police moved in and tried to force everyone away. Apparently salt water (or something) was causing the complex’s structural integrity to weaken. The police seemed quite organised for a collapsed society.
I wound back in the building which now appeared to be a well furnished and powered apartment complex and I was offered accommodation from some dude. Here the lighting/colour cast was warm. I asked if I could charge my phone and he had a charger that fit mine. This was also good considering all utilities had not been working earlier in the dream. We could see the police searching for people in the building from our windows (they were looking for lights).
I received a voice message from <redacted> asking if I could upload some photos when I has the time. This prompted me to try to call my partner who happened to be <redacted>, but in the dream looked nothing like her. The phone would not even connect. I put that down to me using Telstra, and she Optus.
Eventually we had to leave the apartment for some reason and at this point, the dream gets too fuzzy to recall.