But whose memory was it?

Date: 6/15/2018

It started out in what looked like a little home theater, but instead of seats there were a few bean bags and instead of a screen there was a trapezoidal room that contained the memories of everyone on earth in the form of movies. At the very beginning there was some sort of contest going on to get into Cambridge, which I was taking part in. It was announced by Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddlestone. Later, but still in that room, I decided I needed to get in, but someone who was apparently my friend was guarding in; he looked remarkably like Gabe from the Office. He wouldn't let me in, but I had a superpower of disrupting electrical fields, including the ones in people's head (like Bedlam) to make them do what I want. I hated doing it because he was my friend, but as soon as I started, I slumped over, using all my energy on this instead of on myself. Guardian Gabe winced, then complained of a stomach ache, then collapsed next to me, as I was also on the ground. Finally he began to feel like he was starving, and eventually, begrudgingly, let me into the room. He came with as there was also food in there. The next part gets choppy. I guess it was a memory, but it was set in this very colorful futuristic Chicago, and the following events could have been in any order: I met, in futuristic Chicago, Maximilien Robespierre and his dog Brount. Max was wearing his blue and white striped jacket (Also very vivid. It was like someone turned up the saturation on the world), and he was uncharacteristically happy. I got lost. This part was like reading a book: I could see the words on the page but I could also see them happening. I met a girl called only "Strawberry Girl" who was part on a group in the city. She was very nice and brought me to this huge gaping hole in the ground which we repelled down (naked, for some reason). At the bottom, we met up with her friend Darkhitch. The three of us started traveling. We found Max again. At one point, Brount jumped up with his paws on Max's shoulders and Max smiled at him and Brount bared his teeth, smiling back. Darkhitch leaned over to me and said, "That's just weird." Then, at another time we watched Max try to walk Brount on a leash down some stairs but we could figure out who was walking who. At the end of the dream, I was alone in futuristic Chicago on what looked like a college campus. Maybe it was supposed to be Cambridge. I didn't get the sense I was there as a student. I had ear buds in and was dancing around, past strangers like no one was watching, but then I received word somehow about something Max had done. I think it was the execution of the Dantonists, but I sat down in shock, unable to believe that my friend, the happy, kind man who was towed around by and smiled at his dog could do such a thing. I kept picturing drawings I'd made of him. I was crushed.