I remember having a dream set in this huge tower in my quiet town, with a Dollar Tree at the bottom and an IRS next door. The Dollar Tree was for upper lower class people, and had a selection of bad B-movies. I remember trying to go to walk to the Dollar Tree except traffic getting in the way constantly (I also saw some family friends along the way) I remember people taping babies to ceilings or walls to teach people the importance of caring for others and using taxes to help others. I didn't like this because I was afraid the tape would come loose and the baby would fall, that and I hated the IRS. I remember openly shouting "Fuck the IRS!" outside the ugly, stone IRS building.

I remember some "activists" in the dream would also tape themselves to ceilings, and try to see just how high they can go. The owner of the massive tower took me, an activist lady, a science guy in a diving helmet, and himself up this huge elevator that kept rising and rising. The activist was taped to the elevator ceiling. Once we got to the top the building owner told me it could go even higher, and he led me through a vent that led to a ladder that led all the way up to a tiny, suffocating room with a little latch. He unlocked the latch and it led to the roof, and on the roof was a tiny model village. Somehow, the owner of the building turned out to be the "twist villain" of the dream and we tried knocking each other off the roof. He started growing crazy so I quickly tried to go down the ladder but the whole place was filling with water, and he was wearing a diving helmet. He starts laughing evily but I decide not to hate him, since I'm a Christian.

I had some vague recollection of another dream involving pirates. I didn't know where to end the dream, so it stopped around there.

It's worth of note Dollar Tree is a popular destination in our town--it used to be a place where everything cost $1, except now things are $1.25 due to inflation.