Dream About Chaos And Betrayal In A Conference Center

In my dream We were in a large conference center for some conference then there was some was some commotion. I didn’T know what it was. There was a Barnes & Noble at the center of the conference building. The building itself was giant like a mile long. I remember thinking it was crazy how it can hold so many people. There were people hunting me and some other people I was with. Basically a group of people hunting everyone who was in the conference center. My friend stole a police uniform to pretend she was with them. This friend is a friend from childhood that betrayed me (not something I remmeber e in the dream). The police weren’t that great either and they kept switching between good and bad sides but were never hunted. I remember jumping into the swamp to hide from the police and the bad guys, but they found me. At some point I was supposed to be opening doors for a group with a spell and the spell relied on summoning a demon. The person I was with, who usually performed the spell, kept telling me that it was scary to do. She kept telling me horror stories so I initially backed out, but then I eventually decided to do it. I took the skull and it looked like a tiny dinosaur skull and held it to do the spell and open the door. In the evening, I was upstairs for a presentation. There was still chaos going downstairs, but it was a little more quiet upstairs, there was a speaker at the presentation. It turns out the demon was in human form and sitting right next to me watching the presentation. The demon was sad. He was talking to me and I was trying to keep calm and be friendly back. I was worried that he (demon was attractive guy) would known it was me who summoned him. That’s when our room also got bombed and I went running. I ran outside to the swamp. I ran around to the beach cliff, which was very dangerous. There was nowhere to escape. It was just water Everywhere so then I ran back into the building. I was going up and down the stairs trying to hide in them since attackers were putting bombs in places now. Ultimately we prevailed because of something I did, but I don’t really get any credit. My friend who stole the cop uniform did. I remember thinking that sucks but I guess I’m OK with it, but I was very sad. I was thinking about how I had done this amazing thing and no one will ever know, but maybe they wouldn’t care anyway. I wasn’t in it for credit I just wanted to get out alive and I didn’t know if that was guaranteed. The entire thing was extremely confusing because the setting or events would keep changing and I couldn’t tell who was a bad guy or a good guy and people were changing their clothes which made it even more confusing. I didn’t know who was attacking us or why.