Sometimes I swear I dream story plots

I'm still tense after the dream I woke up from. Which is kind of odd because it had a happyish ending, but I don't take bad emotions well all the time, so there's that.

The world was being evacuated. There were... ghosts, demons, I'm not quite sure, but bad things that fed off of fear taking over our world, and apparently the people could see that enough was enough and we needed somewhere else to go.

Except, of course, not everyone was allowed to go. Those susceptible to, well, it was called HPV in my dream, but somehow I doubt it was actually meant to be that, were left behind. The worst part? They tried to hide it, saying there would be a special car for us and they were actually giving us special treatment (no, I don't have HPV IRL, yes, of course I had to be among those left behind for the dream to be interesting). But it was so obvious what they were doing. I was actually hiding in a public washroom in hopes that they would forget about me long enough that I could sneak on the train meant to take us away, but no such luck. I was escorted to the special area where we were to wait for the help that we knew would never come.

And so we were abandoned.

Wandering the streets was scary. Of course, it was meant to be such, as I said above. There were things haunting the streets, meant to frighten and scare. There was no electricity, and we were literally living off of whatever we could find, whatever was left. We were looking for other survivors, to band together, and maybe find a way to leave and rejoin our families.

Also, we were starting to gain the ability to turn into animals. Unsurprisingly, my form was that of a black cat. Some of the changes were more long-lasting than others. I think we could shapeshift a bit, but I had some fur growing in on my human arms? Something like that.

One of the most humorous parts of the dream was about now. Someone said they found a baby that had been left behind. Which was all well and good.... except the baby could turn its head completely around and around and around and around and a-- yep, nope. Demonbaby meant to scare and probably not real.

Eventually, under the leadership of a very strong woman, we were able to find a train with the power to get us off. I'm not sure if we knew where we were going, but we left nonetheless in hope of finding our brethren, and thankfully we were successful. ...we landed in a swimming pool, not that this should be of any importance. Flying through space on a train was fun, though.

I remember landing, and people who I knew being there. They were shocked, but accepted us with open arms. They didn't even know what had happened to us, I think they thought we had gotten lost, rather than being purposely left behind.

I think we were all so glad to see everyone again, but still scared thanks to what we had seen, and also afraid that we would be kicked off this new place or found to be unsuitable, even when we'd worked so hard to try and come there.....

And that's where the dream ended, a full 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. (Yay timing.)

...I'm not sure if I want to save this dream and turn it into a story, or let it go and get rid of the tension. For now, I leave it here.