Traveling always causes me vivid dreams. this one was long and - odd.

I was in a huge supermarket and looking for something I can't remember. I knew I had seen it before but couldn't find the place anymore. The supermarket was closing, and running around mindlessly like I always do, I accidentally exited it through one of many exits finding myself on the street or some logistics area, fearing they wouldn't let me in again. Some sandnigger teen girls in headscarfs passed by laughing, seemingly unaware of the distress I was in.
Then I was in a posh shopping area that was inside an old 19th century building. Everything was a bit 'artsy', like a green party voter's nest. I decided to eat something and saw people lingering around in a small restaurant in a plaza of this shopping mall. Next to some guy was a red sign saying 'bison burger', undoubtedly inspired by Kashtan's roadkill discussion. It was surprisingly cheap, so why not. I asked if the restaurant was still open and the guy got up from talking to his friends (all art student type) and said yeas sure sit down what you wanna drink? I asked what they got and he said pear and apple juice, showing me the bottles, which were from a local discount supermarket. I asked if he had just water and he flinched, but said he'll organize it and I should wait a minute. So he was the owner. He placed my order on my table while passing by and said that's 329€. Now I was the one flinching, but he was collecting the bill from the group where he had sat and didn't mean me. A young woman was sighing. So it was expensive. I somehow never paid but found myself walking through an unfamiliar city that was supposed to be Munich, but looked very different. More like Italy or Spain. Very green. I positively noted that there were no niggers anywhere, talking to myself aloud when a nigger overtook me on a bike. He didn't hear it and looked decent, like all the other art-student people. I again remarked I don't mind a few niggers if they behave decently.
I noticed that in several places, strange young people stood around, holding a pale rainbow flag behind them with both hands. Often on stairs. I had to evade them while walking. They didn't talk or even look at me so again I mused to myself that young people strive to belong to some group or find a common purpose and it was sad that this homo or tranny shit was the best society had to offer to them. Well whatever. At some point I had a dream revelation. I (falsely) remembered having read that those were autists 'raising awareness' that they needed personal space and didn't like others coming to close, let alone accidentally touching them (does this sound familiar to anyone here?).

I don't like people who 'raise awareness' or activists in general, so I decided to test my hypothesis. Soon there was another such 'person'. 'They / Them (I couldn't find out if this was supposed to be a boy or girl but looked more like a girl) stood in the middle of the sidewalk, sticking out their stupid flag. Alright! I passed the 'person', literally having to squeeze by and purposefully brushed against 'it' then stopped pretending to check my phone while we were back on back. I heard an outcry from the autist behind me. "Noo, are you serious? I have to change all my clothes now!" A Karen came rushing in comforting the autist and yelled to me "You'll have to pay! We'll make it so you'll have to pay for what you did!

I pretended I didn't hear anything while walking on like a boss. Felt good man. I woke up laughing. But then I realized the whole thing might become a reality in a few years and you could go to jail for not keeping an arm length of distance from others as a disgusting cis white neurotypical man. I wouldn't rule out any madness at this point anymore.