Married to Trump :/

First remember is in a small room with a fridge I'm a dealer of meth and crack!  I'm also a medical student.  

The authoritys are aware of me but so far haven't found evidence of what I'm doing... I keep having to hide stuff, and I'm leaving it in places to be collected.    In the first scene I'm hiding stuff in an old freezer and then I go and sit with a group of male students talking about quantum mechanics...   specifically the correspondence principle.

They mentioned this too Hilbert_space  ?? I duno what this is but in the dream it made sense. 

Dream jumps to a halls of res bunk room, the room is behind me and I'm looking down into a light 'town' it's not really a town it's like a circular game board floating in a white void.....  
There are people on it, family of the students and they are making their way across the game board to come up these huge shiny white concrete stairs.  the people on the game board are weirdly big for this strange board.  

I'm at the top of the stairs waiting for them, but I know I have no family visiting.   A woman with a male and female teenage child is struggling to manage the stairs but neither of her children are helping, so I go to help her - she's great-full when we get to the top.   (They look native/tribal hair is black and white and woven )

They come into the 'bunk room' it's a large dark cave / cavern under ground.   
The lighting is low a few industrial metal lamps and sound is muffled.    There are hollows carved into the cavern walls were we sleep round the walls.  (I guess it looked  like a burial chamber)
There's a blond haired guy in a bunk over from me smoking a meth pipe... like me he has no family of his own who will be visiting.   We are connected and we know the police are closing in on us....

Dream swaps to a street I can hear threw a wall I hear a family in a house.   A step mum is yelling at a 10 year old daughter, she's had a new baby of her own and the relationship with her stepdaughter has become strained and bordering on abusive...... the father isn't doing anything to protect his first daughter and I wonder how there relationship got in such a mess. 

Jump again, I'm married to Donald Trump!  I'm repulsed by him, my male aspect is there too we are young 20's ish.  My male aspect is dark haired, we are both scruffy and unkempt looking.    

He's waiting outside the house I've just moved into with Trump, there is a tight spiral staircase to the upstairs bedroom and Trump has bough a big new white bed for us.   The house is modern and clean.

The bed is  heavy and unwieldy and he's trying to get it up the spiral stairs, I'm hoping he has a heart attack trying :P    He's sweating and struggling to get it upstairs and I'm speaking telepathicly with my male aspect we are coming up with a plan to get me out of the marriage.  
Trump gets the bed upstairs and lays it down....   I shudder, I kiss him (which is very icky) and then make an excuse that I need to go out for a while but will be back later. 

Once outside I meet my male aspect and we walk threw the town we are in, it's 1920's style.... everything is grey dirty and cold.   We both have large black fluffy coats.   

We have a small illustrated handbook it is for a rehab program at a temple in the town... it's to turn you into a monk....the images are cartoons.     I'm planning to go there become a monk instead of going back to Trump.
We go into a small shop to ask about it.    It's all wooden and dark inside and the monks seem really dodgy - they refuse to speak to me at all but chat to my male side, he pretends it's him that wants on the program.  They clearly fancy him and we realise they are all gay, and females aren't allowed on the program so we leave.  I still have the book with the pictures.

I decide I'm sleeping rough and not going back to the house so I cross a street, I leave male me at this point and my dog appears.  

I walk up into a small grey court yard ajoning a  grotty70's apartment block, everything is very grey and hard...   
There are some tired concrete steps and a few other rough sleepers there already, again all male.
The courtyard is at the edge of the town and I can see and hear the Sea....  I pick a bench so I can lean on the wall looking down onto the grey stormy sea below, my dog tunes into a black and white punchbag and I hug it and wrap my coat round me to fall asleep watching the sea.