Dream About False Accusation Rape

I had a dream where I was falsely charged with raping a woman. I was living in some kind of favela with military personnel and bystanders. I was also attending school classes. One day, while walking to class, I bumped into someone and said a few things I don’t remember. Because I was in a hurry, I didn’t pay much attention to it. The path to school was strange. I started in a yard with my red Honda motorcycle (over 600cc), then walked into what seemed like a soldier’s bedroom, which had a favela-style vibe. I remember having to go through ventilation ducts and across people’s beds because it was the only way. During this, I had an encounter with a very fat and unattractive woman. I said something to her—though I don’t remember what—because I was in a hurry, and then I left. Next, I entered the classroom as usual and paid attention to the lesson. At some point, I started getting bored and sleepy. My teacher noticed and made a few comments I can’t recall. When class ended, I walked back to my motorcycle through the same bedrooms/favela-military camp, but now everyone was looking at me strangely. I felt uncomfortable and peculiar but continued on my way. While crawling through the ventilation system, I ended up on someone’s bed. He pushed me off and told me to get lost. I was triggered by his reaction and confronted him. He told me to fuck off before he beat me. Everyone was watching us—mostly me—with angry and disgusted expressions. No one acted aggressively, though, so I just left, got on my bike, and drove away. The next day, I passed through the main entrance and ventilation again, but now people were openly calling me a rapist and saying things like, “You should be killed for what you did.” I was shocked, because I would never do something like that and had no memory of any such incident. When I reached a staircase leading to a balcony, I saw that woman again. She came up to me and said I was going to pay for what I’d done. I started getting really angry inside. We had a heated conversation. She seemed like the kind of person who traps others in situations they don’t want to be in—like mine. I felt she was truly evil and a natural liar. I was certain I had done nothing wrong. While we were talking, a military man came up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder, and disoriented me with a quick move. It didn’t hurt, but I was dazed and nearly fell. Strangely, he just walked away afterward, and everyone resumed their activities—except her. Because the issue had reached important people (head teachers and military generals), a meeting was arranged after class. When class ended, I took a different, dystopian route filled with staircases. It felt like a mix between the yellow rooms from Backrooms and the architecture of Hogwarts. I arrived at the meeting place. Only she was there, along with two young military men sitting beside her and a crowd of people scattered around the room, having their own conversations and meetings. There were no teachers or high-ranking personnel, just other military men going about their duties. I sensed that I had some people by my side too—I couldn’t see their faces, but I felt they were friends, not foes. She began accusing me of discrimination and rape, acting as if she were the judge. She even included another woman I didn’t know and had never met. I defended myself with logic and facts. We argued for a while. I didn’t even know why I kept talking to her—I had no interest in her, never met her before the incident, and didn’t want anything to do with her—but I felt like my reputation was destroyed and I had to “fight her.” As I continued presenting undeniable truths and logical arguments, she grew quieter and less aggressive. Eventually, she had no response. When I answered her final question, she fell silent. Everyone around her stopped talking and stared at me with blank expressions. She looked down, defeated. And then I woke up. The first thing I said was, “What the fuck was that?” So here I am—looking for answers.