Dream About Escaping From Corporate Imprisonment

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I forgot what lead up to this but in my dream I was imprisoned by some huge company in a wet, barely lit dark room that sometimes had smoke coming out of the vents.(The smoke didn’t really do anything, it was just for aesthetics.) I was friends with the guy in the only other “cell,” which happened to be right next to mine, so we spoke through the wall and decided to take the risk and escape together. It was a lot easier than anticipated since we discovered he could literally just walk out of his room if he wanted to- it turned out I was the only real prisoner. He took out one or two guards and let me out of my “cell”. In the first room we ran into there were a bunch of people on computers (a few of them being people I was friends/acquainted with,) so we made them get off the computers so they couldn’t call for help, then we got one of them to hack the security so we could leave in peace. Then it like switched focus to this one girl I was friends with who, after surveying the situation, decided I was a threat and since there was nothing anyone could really do, decided to take one for the team and tackle me through the window. We were what I’d guess to be upwards of 40 floors up so this was what everyone presumed to be the end for us both, including the now terrified guy that broke me out, who was established to have a special connection with me. About halfway through the fall I remembered I could fly so I just grabbed her and flew away. I flew all across town, eventually getting to this school sitting on a huge field like some sort of farm. I got a call inquiring where I was and if the girl was still alive, to which I slightly offendedly answered my plan was never to kill her. (Just get payback for her trying to kill me- but I didn’t say that of course.) I was contemplating taking her back or just dropping her off somewhere, idly floating along when these sort of in air Landmine drones appeared. The drones began targeting me and while I was flying higher into the sky dodging every attack, I’d never felt more free. As I happily let myself fall I got another call to please return the girl I forgot I was holding. I “accidentally” dropped her into a lake from quite a height and wondered if I should just let the company pick her up from there to learn their lesson but I went to get her out eventually. Suddenly we were in a room that felt like a classroom and I needed to go to the bathroom. Enough girls came out so I went in and shortly returned after. Later on in a different room that felt like a classroom mixed with a company setting, I had to poo again so I told the guy from earlier,who happened to be sitting next to me, and was somehow established to be my boyfriend(, note that I do not have a boyfriend in real life, not have I ever really had one,) that I needed to go to the restroom. I excused myself, snuck into the restroom, eavesdropped on a conversation, left the restroom, saw my aunt sitting at an all white marble bar in an all white parlor next to the “classroom,” and sat down with her to have a very nice chat. After a while, when our conversation was basically wrapped up, my boyfriend came out of the classroom looking for something with a worried look on his face. He spotted me and immediately came over, explaining I took so long he got concerned and went to look for me. I told him I saw my aunt so I stopped to have a chat so he sat next to her at the bar, but in front of me so we were making this sort of ‘L’ shape. He began talking with my auntie, to which I gently smiled and put my head down on his huge leg (which was very comfortable) and rested, not even slightly being a part of their conversation. My aunt saw this and deduced that he was my boyfriend, which although she didn’t say it, made her happy and proud. Now it’s nighttime and I walked out to see my second oldest brother walking up, looking very stylish. (I saw him the preceding day in real life and was shocked by how nice he looked.) I had a quick exchanging of words with him, his jacket magically changed right before my eyes, and as we finished talking and I began to walk away, my boyfriend walked past my brother and up to me saying “Damn that man was stylish. Almost makes me feel bad.” A sentiment I completely agreed with. There’s a bit of a time skip, my boyfriend is at his apartment with one of his friends and my little cousin, who is implied to also be his friend and by the lack of conversation between us, probably not my cousin in this world. I fall in through the nonexistent roof like Batman and plop onto the bed next to his friend. My boyfriend is slightly surprised but continues on like nothing happened. For a while I speak with his friend, who is surprised by how cool and laid back I am, until I realize there’s kind of like a class reunion party going on and tell my boyfriend we have to go. Now we’re walking down the street in the rain, having an endearing chat, him leading, saying he knows where it is because he used to live there, while he nearly passes the building and I grab him like a box and turn him towards the door. The random people watching outside found it cute but continued on with life. As we entered we took off our coats and continued into what turned out to be a restaurant. I walked through to meet my friends who stood up from various tables to excitedly greet me. I looked around and noted that we’re gonna need a booth for our large group when a waiter said “Bar?” To which I replied “No, a booth,” a bit taken aback because I thought the restaurant was a seat yourself kinda place. The waiter repeated “Bar?” To which my friend answered “We need a booth because of how large our group is,” then the waiter said “No, I’m asking what you’d like from the bar. Cheese, milk? Hot sauce…?” We said all of the above and were quickly seated at a table that appeared in the middle of the walkway but I immediately stood up looking around as I noticed my boyfriend wasn’t there. I must’ve left him in the front of the restaurant when he stopped to chat with his friends. I went to go get him when I looked down and saw that the front of my dress was tucked into my underwear and I thought everyone would judge me if I just pulled it out so I tried inconspicuously tugging, which didn’t work. Then I tried jumping into the air and pulling it out, which also didn’t work and drew the attention I was trying not to get, so then I just gave up and pulled it out. As I went to go get my boyfriend, who I felt since earlier didn’t want to be bothered with me and didn’t want to come to my stupid boring reunion and talk to my friends he probably had nothing in common with, my mom woke me up. There are many parts missing from this dream. And I’m also confused on why I had a boyfriend in the first place?