Dreams reflecting existing anxieties

This dream was quite recent, and I’m glad I remembered it as I did, and wrote it down when I did. I carry, hold, live (?) a small superstition my mom handed down to me: If you dream something and tell it, speak it out, the dream will never come true. So this, with amazing dreams, give me some hope when I had magical, hopeful, dreams. I would always, and still do, keep those to myself in wishful thinking. However, the thing about nightmares would be to tell them to someone as soon as possible. So here I am, pronouncing myself as an anti-seer, an anti prophet of my dreams, for the horrors to not come true, (more than they already are, closer than they exist). I dreamt of marching on the street, a pink medusa zeppelin, and checkpoints. And it goes something like this...