Lost-ing

I dreamed I was at a place taking a train with a lot of people (the internal structure of that very primitive train was like a subway, with a row of seats against the window, and a few carriages were even specially used to transport coal, without even a roof). My older sister and my younger sister were both on the train. When I was on the train, my younger sister bought a ticket for each of us, because we originally didn't have tickets to ride, and then she bought a supplementary one. After arriving at the destination, we got off after the ticket check. After getting off, we got lost. The place we were going to should have been a hospital. It seemed someone in my family was sick in the hospital, but I didn't know who. Then my younger sister took us wandering around randomly (we were lost). As we walked and walked, we came across a small convenience store. I picked out some snacks I liked and left. Then we went to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, we followed the road from the hospital to our home. But I accidentally got lost again, and accidentally walked to the train station. After being at the train station, I accidentally got on a train again. Then the train left. I hadn't brought my phone, hadn't brought anything, just myself. After arriving at the train station and getting off, I told the attendant that I hadn't brought my phone or anything, and I asked how I should pay the fare. Then the attendant lady scanned my face, which brought up my identity information, used my bank card to buy a ticket, and then let me get off. Then I asked again, saying I wanted to go to a hospital and didn't know the way. Then the lady printed the address on a small slip of paper for me, spent 1.7 yuan, and helped me call a cab. Then, I left. After getting out of the car, I found that I was lost again and again and again and again. Then because that train station was right next to a pizza place, that pizza place—whether it was the tables, the lights, or the chairs—everywhere was completely red. I didn't really like it there, but when I was about to leave, I suddenly saw a person, a family, who felt the pizza and things there were not tasty at all. After they ordered some things, they barely took a few bites and left, because at that time I was already a bit hungry. Then after they left, I took the leftover food on their table and ate it. Oh, my god, it sounds a bit pathetic. I really liked that pizza flavor, especially there was a double-layer pizza with cheese in the middle. Then I took two thick slices of pizza and left. Before leaving, an old woman grabbed me; she wanted to fight me for the leftover pizza from those people, but I told her I was so hungry and hadn't eaten anything. I begged her to give me this pizza. Her husband also took pity on me, pulled the old woman back, and let me go, and then I quickly ran away. After reaching the door of the shop, a staff member came in, reached out and grabbed my pizza, not wanting to let me go. He looked super suspicious of me, and then I told him it wasn't stolen, looked at him very confusedly, and then very confusedly pulled my pizza back. Then that waiter looked at me a couple of times and he left too. Um, then I got lost again and again and again and again. After leaving the pizza place, I gnawed on my pizza while walking, and while looking for the way. After I finished gnawing, I found I met some little kids. One of the kids, the pen he was holding in his hand was actually a phone. Then I said: Can I borrow your thing for a bit? I want to look at the route, I don't know the way. The kid agreed, said he would help me, and then I borrowed their phone, kept checking the map, kept looking at the route. Later, I suddenly remembered, this seems to be a phone, and then I called my younger sister, asking her to help me. Originally we were still struggling to look at that map, but they didn't really understand either, because the light was too dim, we couldn't even see clearly all along. Later we went to a brighter place to see clearly. Finally, I called my younger sister, asking her to help me call a cab. Among this group of kids, a slightly older one was very worried about me; he was afraid I was a bad guy who would kidnap them, and he was still very guarded against me. Then I dreamed of the little girl with the phone. She was the second oldest among this group of kids, and after she took the phone back, she said she would take me to the hospital. I said okay, and then before she even started taking me, I woke up.