Desert derealization

I’m staying at my grandparents house, I’m aware that there’s something not quite right with the world and in my dreams I’m being followed by voilent gangs of teenagers but I know it’s not real. When I wake up to write down the dream, the world is different again and people refuse to acknowledge the existence of this book and it’s contents.

I’m now in a futuristic black, white and red house themed house surrounded by a dark red desert with brown cactuses. I’m looking through a large, black chest of drawers attempting to find the power plug for a lamp that’s on but can’t be turned off. There’s also a blonde pale skinned woman in the house with me but we both know that none of this is real.