Screaming or howling

i was in some mall with bibiana and we were shopping and i kept picking out stuff that she loved. i saw a white skirt that i really liked and she said to get it. <PERSON> suddenly switched over to someone else, it was my soul mate, some guy with dark hair and a face i have never seen before but i knew we were going to be together forever and i felt safe with him. we walked out of the mall and i noticed that i did not pay for the skirt. i was hoping he did not care- he did not care and told me that i should take it because people give more money to the clothing company than they ever spent. we went to some university and i tried to finish some assignment that required a clean white piece of paper. i looked for seemingly hours and finally realized that this was a dumb assignment and i was over it. i decided to go. i sensed that this was a revolutionary move and the professor and people that worked at the dictator-like university would be enraged. my soulmate and i rushed out of there. i was holding a pipe with a packed bowl, and for some reason i wanted to protect it so i ran with it in my hands. it was almost as if it was my mission to keep it safe. as we ran, we passed cages were there were all these young adults trapped and moaning and yelling. we knew we would join their ranks if we got caught by the school. but my mother was who i was running from. she was part of the evil side. she called me repeatedly and yelled at me to get back to the prison school. at one point we reached a huge body of water, and i had to let the pipe go underwater. we eventually reached my car and i threw the pipe and stuff in my glove compartment. later in the dream my mom captured me, and she made me give up my backpack. at first i was worried because if there was a pipe in their i would be done for- a sense of impending doom surrounded the dream. i remembered that i left my pipe in my car. i kicked and screamed in an effort not to go to the prison and be in a cage. i yelled at my mom some nasty things and also to my brother, who was in the car. the imagery in this dream was absolutely powerful. the cages with black bars and the desperate looks on the prisoners faces, the look on the professor's face when he reprimanded me, the feeling of undoubted security with my soul mate, the emotion behind my screams at my mother and brother. wading through the water in panic, i felt the adrenaline as true as any reality. the whole dream is set in a dark , after sunset foreboding lighting with clouds overhead.