A Tangled Thread Inside my Head

I was this boy whom I apparently made up. I don't know his name, but I do know that he belonged to my real life family because I was later traveling with them in the dream.

But first, it was my birthday, and my mom had taken me to a mall to get my birthday present. I remember being really upset in the dream that I was at a mall.

I groaned and whined about having to be there but eventually just stopped talking and followed my mom. She was really excited about getting me this new birthday present.
We then entered a really nice department store where my mom presented me with a pair of very expensive designer high heels.
I was outraged that she was using my birthday to buy herself shoes.
But then she said that the shoes were for me and not her.
This made me even more angry because I was male and would have no use for them.

But she just kept telling me how good the heels would look and said we wouldn't leave until I tried them on.

It took about an hour, but I eventually gave in. I strapped on the ridiculously high shoes and was forced to walk up and down the rows of the store until my mom was satisfied.
She finally said I could take them off as she asked me
"So, do you love them, or what!?!"
I screamed no at her as I ran out of the store.

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I was still this boy, but the scene now switches to a car where I'm in the backseat on a road trip with my family.
We seem to be in the car for an extended period of time before my dad admits that we are lost. I become extremely upset and punch the side of the car which left a dent in the car and a bruise on my hand.

We then travel to this dilapidated house and decide to ask the residents if we could spend the night there.
As it turns out, the members of the band 'the who' live there and they warmly welcomed us into their home.

We all talk and have dinner.
It is pouring rain outside.
Soon, night falls and everyone goes to bed accept me.

I decide to sneak out.

I grab a jacket and set off into the night.
I soon arrive at a small town where I spot a costume shop.
I decide to enter this costume shop because I needed to buy a wig for a friend anyway. I look around this shop for a few hours before the old shopkeeper comes up to me and asks if I need any assistance. When I tell her no, she laughs and walks away.

I soon decide to leave the shop and take a bus to get back.

But right before I end up at my stop, the bus driver tells me I have won an award and everyone on the bus starts cheering and clapping.
I get really confused by this considering it is almost morning in my dream having been out all night.
The bus driver lets me off at my stop, still cheering, and I depart.

I walk up to the green door on 'the who's house and all of a sudden about three men dressed in black grab me and keep calling me names like runt and creature.

They carry me off deep into the brush.

And then I woke up.

I walked into a hazy area.
Was it a room?
Was it an outdoor space?
Or was it actual space?
But I was too preoccupied to care. Because across this infinity, I spotted a dark figure. I approached the only sign of humanity that I had in this environment with interest. My heels clacked on whatever floor there was if there even was one.
This figure was now in turn approaching me.
My heart pounded.
This person could be dangerous.
They could kill me. No one would ever know.
But inside I felt a compelling reason that everything would be ok, and that it was actually necessary to meet with this person.
As this body came into view I realized that there was a striking resemblance and familiarity about them.
I then realized that this figure was another copy of myself however this copy was male.
Out of nowhere this blue line that seemed to go on forever, shot between us and settled on the ground to a dim glow on the floor.
We looked up at each other and pantomimed for a second before in unison asking
"Who are you?"
We then each walked across the line simultaneously and I assumed his position as the male version of myself and he assumed the female version.
I felt myself up in disbelief and realized he was doing the same.

And then I woke up.

I was living in the late nineteenth century Victorian era. I was living with my family, but it wasn't my real life family. This family that I was a part of was well off financially.

I was wearing a giant frilly hoop dress of burgundy color that would have been popular in those times. I looked in the mirror and I looked completely different. My hair was done up in dark barrel curls and I had dark brown eyes and was considerably shorter.

My dad then came in and announced that we re moving to a plantation in Tennessee. I was very upset as we were packing up the covered wagon.

I then decided to rebel and I pierced my nose. But to my dismay, people actually liked it and I started a trend about 90 years premature.