For some reason the place I lived was invaded by people and I had to pretend to be someone else and at one point my mother and I made contact while I was at the mall with the family that had taken over but then I had to pretend not to know her. Also for some reason I wore a hijab even though I’m not Muslim. I think part of that may have been bc there was a Hindu-Muslim conflict that my family was at the centre of, which is weird, because my mum is the only Hindu of the four of us? And for some reason (though this may have been a second unconnected dream, not sure) I attended a 1D concert and Zayn signed the back of a piece of duct tape. Though fuck knows why I’d have duct tape and not paper.