I started to have a scary dream, and then it got better.

I had a dream that I was in South America with  people I used to know.  A car with some people who represented men in the family I used to know started to pull away, and I knocked on the door because I was sort of with these people, but I was separated from the women in the family and I wished that I was with them because something bad was happening. It was going to involve violence / guns, and things were going to get scary, and actually some young girls were telling me that things were going to get scary and telling me I should hide my face with them, and I really didn't want to be separated from the women in the family, and I didn't want to be there. Then I realized that I wasn't there, and it was a dream. And then I started to see chalk appearing on sidewalks and the ground, and images of flowers and rainbows like those that are drawn by children appeared.