Island

There was some kind of national/global emergency and there was no food anywhere. I was standing on a little island sticking about 10metres out of a river covered in weeds and brambles and there was a motorway flyover above me. There were looooads of people walking on the motorway carrying suitcases and vases being pointed in different directions by men in uniforms. They were going to be killed but they didn't know it yet. I was hiding in the brambles until eventually all of the civilians were gone and there were just the officers left. The island started to drift down the river and I thought I was going to escape but the people followed it along on the riverbank. I remember thinking "but I'm the heir to Dior, they can't kill me."