This dream contains many scenes.
I dreamed I visited the Post family, except they weren't exactly the Posts.
It was after a sort of nuclear fallout. I was getting ready to go to a wedding of sorts, getting dressed at home. I wore three rings, all with cerulean blue gems, one each cut in a large rectangle, triangle, and small square.
Mom drove me to pacific mall where I somehow pinged between scenes. One, I somehow teleported to the Post's house. That is a latter scene.
Two, I dreamed I was in a beige walled, beige carpeted room, shivering from the cold as I curled against the floor. In hindsight, it was the floor of my mom's bedroom, but I'm not sure why it had turned into a boxed space. In that room I picked up the third ring, the square one, buried in the carpet. But I lay there and shivered for a while, until someone looked in the window. It was Lale. I could feel his arms wrap around me and his voice in my ear. He made me warm up and I curled into his chest. He asked me something like, "What are you doing on the floor?" and I only cuddled him more.
When I physically turned, the dream changed. I was at the Post's house getting ready to go to the wedding with them. Except the family had changed; there were twelve children and none of them were familiar to me. I dreamed I was chatting with Michelle and she brought me out to their garden from their kitchen--both unfamiliar, too. It was sunset even though their clock read 10 AM. A score of huge mississauga trees had children playing between its branches. And then she took me to the berry farm right next to it, comprising of several rows of bushes to grow blueberries... I think they were actually nightshade in various hues of orange red to deep indigo. But a billboard with idyllic images flashing by introduced them as blueberries. I didn't eat them, afraid of contamination.
I was introduced to the oldest son in the woods, a twelve year old boy with black hair and black eyes and pale skin. He looked Korean, and as he grinned, his large ears wriggled under his short wavy hair. He was ready for a game of sorts. I remember rushing every body to get ready to go to the wedding, and that was when the dream ended.
