What are building dreams about?

Background: I live in Iran; reputation and shame strongly influence this culture. I’m 25 yo, female. I always date younger guys (21-22). Recently, after about 8 months of not dating, I started dating another 22-year-old. Also, I have social anxiety.

What I remember from the dream:

In the first act, there’s a building. Its top floor is a luxury hotel; it has an air of lust to it and it seems to be host to frequent sex parties. I see an Indian middle-aged women, having sex with two young guys.

I don’t remember the second act. I know it involves my family (including my sister and brother) and it seems like something has happened that has endangered the reputation of the family and we are trying to fix it.

In the third act, a magical battle is going on. Our side has acquired something from the other side; an eye, that when worn, will make the wearer invisible, and they can do whatever they want. There is a black man on our side that is given the responsibility of using the eye. He goes around dealing with some enemies, killing them or knocking them down. My brother is also helping in the battle. The scene is in my grandparents (mother’s side) house. Meanwhile, I’m doing something, maybe hiding something in the hotel. (I don’t remember)

However, when we think we have won, Mad Eye Moody from harry potter appears. And we realize The Eye hasn’t been working, and whatever the black guy has done have had no effect. All enemies are still alive, and also, they’ve seen everything.

Mad eye moody chases the black guy. At this point, his point of view becomes mine. He feels weak and defeated. Then, when mad eye moody is near, the black guy decides to destroy the eye. He cuts into it with a scissor. Inside the eye, it’s black and made of foam.

The scene cuts to the middle-aged Indian woman. She is in a red-purple lively casino or club, and she is picking up two young men.

I would appreciate your interpretation!

This was a lucid dream from 2 years ago when I came VERY close to suicide. I’m archiving it here for memories sake. TL/DR at the bottom.

I was having a typical non-lucid dream, and out of nowhere my vision went completely white. A few seconds later I was (now in a lucid dream state) standing in a street in front of a grey brick building. There was a group of people walking in the door, so I followed them in. Inside was a classroom like environment with a large blank screen at the front of the room. It wasn’t spoken, but I just knew these were all people who had taken their own lives.

Everyone sat down at the individual desks filling the room. Everyone looked very sad, most looking down at their feet. Some talked quietly to each other, but I couldn’t understand them. I sat down next to a 20-something girl and looked around the room. After a moment she asked me “So why did you do it?” I responded with “Oh I’m still alive, I’m just able to come here”.

Every person in the room went silent and looked at me with shocked expressions. After getting stared at for a few seconds, I was instantly teleported outside of room and back out into the street where I arrived. This time a giant 7ft tall bald guy was standing in front of the door. He refused to let me back inside, but let everyone else in who approached him.

About this time, a guy walked by me in the street and I asked him “What is this place?” He said something along the lines of “It’s where they (suicides) come to see where their life went wrong, and how their life played out if they stayed”. We chatted for a bit, don’t remember what about. Eventually I asked him why it mattered how we die because eventually we’ll all die anyway. Why does it matter if someone takes their own life?

The man took me back to the open classroom door where I had previously been, and we looked in from the outside. Inside, a young man (20’s) was standing at the front of the room. The screen at the front of the room was showing images of the young guy as a middle aged man. I remember on the screen there were images of him playing with a little girl (presumably his would-have-been daughter), him hugging an older couple (presumably his parents), him smiling and laughing with friends around a table. All the other people in the room sat and watched the screen play in silence. The atmosphere was unbearably depressing.

Eventually me and the guy from the street stepped back and he said something about “So many experiences and lessons wasted because of a temporary problem in one’s life.” He then looked me at me and said something along the lines of “This is where you’re headed. We all have to face our own set of challenges at some point. If not now, then later. Get as much as you can out of your time and avoid the regret.” And with that, I woke up with a different perspective.

TL/DR - Walked into a classroom full of people who had killed themselves, and was kicked out when they found out I was still alive. Talked to a guy in the street about how we all die anyway so what’s it matter. Saw a recent suicide watching a tv screen of his life playing out if he hadn’t killed himself. Was told we all have to go through hardships, it’s part of our growth, and suicide only leads to deep regret.

There is a TL;DR at the end so if you don’t want to read, and

I was sitting in a school courtyard, hugging and kissing my current boyfriend, Sandy. From my side, there is a guy whining that I never hug him. The guy has red hair and freckles and honestly he looks ugly but I assume me and my current boyfriend broke up in dream but we still were attracted to each other even though I was dating someone new. In the dream I wanted to break up with the red head man, who I have never met before in my life, but I felt guilty about potentially using him so I didn’t want to break it off yet. I did not like him more than pity him though. I will call the red head, Steve.
The bell rings and the boys leave, while two of my girl friends walk me to my class. I care deeply for both, there is none of the red head “I only pity you” stuff going on with my friends. However, I rarely talk to one because she might be depressed and doesn’t answer the phone, we will call her, Sofia, while the other is my best friend, Usagi (She loves Sailor Moon). As we walk to class, the sky goes dark with clouds and as the rain falls, lightning nearly strikes us. We run to the furthest building possible, me carrying Sofia at one point while she says she’s going to vomit. The lightning nearly strikes four times before we make it to a building with cover. I keep carrying Sofia and she throws up on my back. I’m annoyed but I understand. Usagi promises to care for her on their way to class and both leave.
When I go to class, I ask for a spare sweater or jacket since my shirt is nasty. It smells awful for obvious reasons. My friend, Aaron, offers up his sweatshirt and I take it going to the bathroom. It’s a girls bathroom but it appears both men and women are inside studying French. I studied French in high school and I am afraid I can’t speak well so naturally they speak it better than me. I then lose my phone somehow while changing out of my shirt. I try to find it when an old man begins cleaning the faucet and when I smile commending him for his work, he smiles back.
I then just end up in a car in a parking lot with Sandy, my real boyfriend. I don’t remember what happened except I ended up being chased by a bull and had to find my way back inside even though I don’t remember why I got out in the first place. I can’t remember anything else so I think it ended there.

TL;DR
• Two boyfriends, one I am dating in real life, one that is ugly and doesn’t exist but apparently I’m cheating on him with my real boyfriend
• Two friends, one needs to be carried and throws up when I carry her
• Lightning storm
• I get chased by a bull
• Lose my phone while changing shirts

I dont remember everything from it, But I remember a glowing river of bright yellow and smaller shades of purple. Around it, everything grey, rubble, ruins, broken down buildings. Lifeless environment. Some people were there out surviving just like I was. I remember speaking to someone on a sidewalk with streetlights that still worked for some reason.

So it was a pretty normal dream, taking place in my hometown in present time. I was walking home like any other school day, but something was off. There were weird things around, like certain roads that weren't supposed to be where they were, and most notably, a Sakura (cherry blossom) tree outside of a house I always walk by that doesn't have a tree in front of it. I didn't notice it though, cause it was a dream. Anyway, I must've taken some kind of detour, because I ended up in a field, that's usually on the other side of my neighborhood. This is where the weird shit goes down. So throughout the dream I was occasionally seeing this (yes it's hilarious thinking about it) really off-putting man in a banana costume, hiding in weird places (now that I think about it, only the ones that were out of place). He had a new expression each time, and he looked more and more deranged as time went on. So when I reached the field, the sky had already turned dark, so It was night time. The field is surrounded by houses (it's in the middle of the suburbs), and the playground that's usually there is no longer present. All that was there was the washrooms, in a building in the center of the field. I don't know why, maybe to hide from the banana guy (I was starting to get the idea that he was following me). I walked in, and went to wash my hands, when to my left, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. He was laying limp on the toilet in the stall across the floor, with his head hanging in front of him. He had the most deranged and twisted face I'd ever seen, and he slowly turned his head to look at me. In classic SCP-173 fashion, I tried not to break eye contact, but I couldn't look at it for much longer because I felt like I was going insane. Making sure not to make any sudden movements, I slowly began walking towards the door. The banana man (stop laughing) was starting to half cry half laugh, slowly getting louder and louder. He was no longer in my line of sight, and I felt like any second he could've just gotten up and started chasing me. I felt SO threatened. Terrified, I started to crack the door open, and I was sure that he was going to run up behind me at any moment, but he didn't. He just sat there. Once the door was halfway open, I flung it the rest of the way open, and made a break for it. It was pitch black out, and I was alone. I was too scared even to scream for help, so I just kept running. The laugh/crying transitioned into angry screaming, still laughing all the same. I didn't look back to see if he was giving chase, because that would've slowed me down. The houses around the field were gone. All that was left was an endless open field. I stopped running and turned around, to find that the screaming was gone. Still, I felt no less afraid. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around again, but nothing was there. The screams were coming back. I fell to my knees, panicked to the point where I couldn't keep running. The screaming faded in quickly to the point where it was deafeningly loud, and I started screaming too. That was when I woke up.

Bananas freak me out now. Thanks, brain.