In my dream, I'm living in a dystopian hellhole. I'm in some kind of shanty village in a city. I'm trying to figure out a living situation, asking around if I can live with people because I have nothing and no way to build my own.

I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but there are robotos that I think are enforces of some kind. There are people addicted to a certain drug that act normal one moment and attack the next.

I find a place to stay, with a woman who has a large dog and addiction to the drug. One day, the robots come around and she starts acting erratic. Her dog even becomes agressive towards me. Eventually she starts to attack me, so I run. The robots follow.

I run until it feels liek I'm in a different dream entirely.

I'm in a giant store. It's a grocery store of some kind. It's like a mix of Wegman's and that weird, giant grocery store with the animatronics and monorail, but almost cavernous and dull looking. It's part of the dystopian hell from earlier. I guess I work there, although I'm not in uniform. I'm wearing the same clothes I had in the shanty town, which consisted of a short blue dress and a white cat ear hat (???).

As I'm "working" (doing nothing, just wandering) I see someone who looks super familiar. I tap a coworker on the shoulder and ask her if he looks familiar. She says, "oh my god, that's Telly Savalas!"

I go over and say, "excuse me sir, are you Telly Savalas?"

He smiles and introduces himself. There's a younger man with him that he introduces as his son. The son looks nothing like him. He's very tall, pale, lanky, and awkward, with thick black hair and black thick rimmed glasses.

I try not to crowd them, so I go back to working, but run into them often. The son always talks to me. I can't remember wbaout what. Telly is very kind.

At the end of the dream, I hide in a large empty room with a sliding barn door and a dirt floor. I sit with my back to the door in a sort of fetal position. The door slides open and I see Telly stand over me.

"Found her!" he calls out over his shoulder.

The dream cuts to him, his son, and a bunch of people I don't know sitting on the ground in the room with our backs to the walls. The son, who's sitting against the wall across from me, asks if I want some candy spaghetti. He and the people closested to him are devouring sheets of this candy "spaghetti." It looks disgusting.

I say sure and he tosses me a huge sheet of it. One corner hits the floor and I try to tear it off. It's like rubber rather than candy. It's perforated in long strips but won't tear apart. I take a bite but it's nearly impossible to bite through and has no flavor.

I look around and notice everyone is devouring the candy spaghetti except Telly, who's sat beside me not saying or doing anything, just existing.

I look at him and start to get lucid. I think to myself, "wait a minute, isn't Telly Savalas dead?"

I woke up and imeediately looked up to make sure he wasn't alive. He's been dead since 94.