What are pressing button dreams about?

I begrudgingly spend time with a friend I've been avoiding because she doesn't respect my boundaries. I walk into her place, and it's dingy and scary, the cellar of an abandoned building. Her apartment only starts halfway through the maze of cellar rooms, and as I walk into her living room she slams shut a reinforced steel door behind me.

After spending some time with her, I say goodbye but she insists on following me. So without much of a choice I return home and she follows me. My mom realises my friend is not feeling so well, when asked she says she has a worm in her butt?? So I take her to a doctor. After we still drive back to my place, but then for some reason she gets into the drivers seat towards the end. I tell her to hit the brakes, we're going too fast, she accidentally hits the gas instead. We hit 2 guys on a motorbike.

The guys get really angry even though they arent hurt. They start banging on the car, shaking it. One forces his hand, then head into the car. My friend is gone, now my sister is in the drivers seat. Both of them have their heads and torsos forced through the car window, inappropriately close, demanding my sister kiss them to "apologise". I start hitting and punching the both of them, they retaliate but not enough. They're both dead.

We toss one of them into a gigantic sewer. The second one, still in a bag, I lug around looking for somewhere to dump it. We end up walking towards our house. My sister realises there's fire in the drainage hole 1 door down from the house.

I realise the house is probably about to blow any minute. I pull out my phone and try to dial 911 but my fingers wouldn't press the right buttons. I would dial 9,1, and then it would slip and I would have to start over. After fumbling and realising it's pointless I order my sister to try 911 again, and I rush into my neighbours house asking for help. He seems to be smiling, doesnt give 2 shits, but gestures me to his phone. I grab it, and run to my sister. She's standing there laughing and texting, so I yell at her, telling her we're about to be homeless because she dient bother to help call the firefighters. The end.

Not sure how the dream started or escalated to the point it did, but here’s a short summary:

In the dream I was looking at a bunch of statues. The statues looked like angels and had a religious meaning to them. There were people there with me and these statues were located in like a indoor gazebo that led outside and overlooked a body of water.

Suddenly someone a man came up behind me and told me “It’s not safe here something’s about to go down” and he pointed me to an elevator where people were frantically being ushered in to get to a ‘safe room.’

The safe room honestly looked like a classroom for like a high school with windows that looked out to what I guess would’ve been part of the gazebo I was just in. We were safe in there until shots started firing out coming through the windows. This lasted for like 30 seconds until it came to a sudden stop. After the shooting stoped someone in the room shouted out “Is everyone ok?” I initially answered “Yeah” with everyone else and then I looked down and saw my right leg was dripping blood. I then said out loud “Wait shit, why is there blood on me” until I rolled up my shorts to see that I had been shot on the upper-inside of my right thigh.

Someone from the safe room said he’d help evacuate me out of the room despite not knowing if the gunman was still active. We got to a large flight of stairs that you could press a button that would make the stairs either go up or down. Neither of us were familiar with the building so we had no clue what way led out of the building.

Eventually we got out of the building and into a place that looked like a crowded subway terminal with plenty of people just casually walking around. Myself and the guy who helped evacuate me both started screaming for a medic before I woke up.

The dream is becoming fuzzy in my memory as I write this, so I'm a bit sad that I can't retell everything.

One other person and I were looking for someone. We must have been close, because I had a feeling that really could have been described as grief and fatigue. Like a weight pressing down. The place we were searching was dark. Heavy. And then up ahead there was a lighted path, and this other person and I followed it.

We ended up at a building with many stairs and made of kind of yellowish-brown material. The lighting was also a bright yellow. We walked forward and somehow higher and higher until we came across a place where the wide hallway made a sharp right turn, and there was alcove directly ahead which reminded me of those places where there would be an elevator. We passed by the right turn where this young family was walking into, and found an elevator in that alcove. For some odd reason, it was an elevator that went directly to the 50th floor of this building. I pressed the up button and the doors immediately, whereupon we entered and the elevator started going.

It was really fast, and the elevator doors opened to reveal a really big hall. There were multiple lines of people, going back and forth, entering these gates that looked like those terminal doors where you start boarding a plane. For you Virginia folks, it was literally the upper Departures Terminal at Dulles Airport past all the ticket counters.

I was overcome with a feeling of calm, but I was still looking for someone. I walked to my left, towards what looked like to be end of the line. And there was old man standing there. And I walked up to him, and we hugged each other. I remember sobbing my eyes out and screaming lmao. Anyway, it ended pretty much there. There's some more but I think thats a little. However this guy was definitely not the person I was looking for and he had John Stewart's face. Just out of nowhere lol

Anyway, I woke up with wet eyes and a really sore throat. So I must have been doing some voiceless scream in my sleep.

TLDR: Had a character in my dream just call the company responsible for the outlandish service provided in my dream “The American Imagination Amalgamation “

I was visibly frustrated trying to find something on google with no results and some guy who I kinda know says “Lemme see your phone.”
He shuts off my phone and and presses a combination of the power and volume buttons and says to my phone “Download all the written works of Ghandi.” A woman’s voice says “can’t do that dude. This isn’t your phone”
He smiles then hands the phone to me. The woman on the phone is now accompanied by a group of people chattering in the background as if my voice is on speakerphone. “Stephen, are you there?”

“Uh... yea.”

“Ask us something man. What do you wanna see? What were you trying to find?”

“Uh, I dunno. I don’t know if I should”

The whole gathering on the other end began cheering me on. “C’mon Steve! Here’s your chance man! Steeeeeeve! Yea Steve!” The woman continues “ Well what were you looking up to begin with?”

I pause then look away from the black screen of my phone as if avoiding eye contact. “Porn... I was looking for a new genre of porn”

The chatter stops. And the woman just says. “Ah, law of diminishing returns amirite?”

Then my phone turns on and a video of a 2 male on 1 female threesome appeared on the screen. The woman had an amazing body. 32C cups, small waist, tan completion but she had the head of Bernie Sanders. It wasn’t a mask or even a deep fake either. I mean it was Bernie Sanders.
To Bernie’s front was Hillary Clinton with chiseled pecs and a 10 inch penis. And to Bernie’s rear was none other than President Donald Trump pretty much unchanged except for his need to wear a strap-on.

I attempted masturbation but I was more shocked and head-tiltingly curiousthan turned on.

I found the guy that took my phone and showed me this new ... service I guess. He seemed to be flustered and in a rush. So I asked him “What’s the name of the company that’s in charge of that answering service?”

“Uhh, It’s called the Imagination Amalgamation”

“What?”

He leans in real close and says “The American Imagination Amalgamation”

Then I wake up. Google “amalgamation”. -____-

So i had this dream, it started with me waking up in some kind of a cell, and someone was knocking on my doors. When i opened the doors i saw a soldier who said to me "Its time for you do do your job" and he told me to follow him. We were walking trough some halls, they were clean and made out of metal and to me they seemed like those halls of an underground bunker, the hall was so long that i could not see its end, we passed next to a few doors and windows while walking. The colors of the hall were greyish but i could see all the bright colours trough the windows

After a long walk he stopped in front of some big doors and told me "The battle is over" and the doors opened. The room that i walked in had very high ceilings and the walls had been covered with monitors, it looked somewhat like an airport control room but bigger and with more people

On the monitors i could see a list of strategic and civilian targets and a lot of world maps

The soldier led me to my table, that was in middle of the whole room and told me to press the button on the table. Everyone in the room started looking at me and then i realised that i am about to launch a nuclear missile. I was thinking to myself that i had no options, so i press the button. The moment i did that everything started shaking and over all monitors i could see the destruction i brought upon humanity, all the explosions and deaths. I remember that one of monitors was showing text that said "NUMBER OF DEATHS" when i prpress the buttonhe numbers have gone insane (i also remember seeing a number thats way biigger than there are people on earth, but thats a dream anyways)

I started crying while the world was dying and remembering all my friends, i had also screamed a lot of things (including the name of my sister, mom and dad and the name of my ex gf, and that i am sorry for what had happened)

I woke up and run to the window and realised it was all a dream

Hwat do you think all this could mean?