Trump wasn't in my dream

I dreamed that I was in some kind of school, as a student, I guess. I saw that pieces of some alfajores (mini cakes covered in chocolate) I had brought to share were thrown around. I gathered them in a bucket filled with a thick fluid and indignantly showed what had been done. "That smells disgusting," they responded. I crossed a concrete courtyard on my way to a faucet. The bucket turned into a plastic chair and stained my pants. Before I got there, a danger alarm went off, but I ignored it. I cleaned my pants, and a little girl shouted, "Look what he's doing!" (indignant). I finished, walked away a little, and heard people running towards me, which added to the alarm that kept ringing, reminded me of massacres, so I calmly walked away through another corridor in front of me. I went into the first open door I saw to avoid having to run. I saw some toilets stalls, but I didn’t feel like hiding. I decided to stand behind the door and closed my eyes. A female voice in my mind said, "Say 'don't touch me,' I need you to say it." I ignored it because I only follow Jehovah's orders, and the dream ended with the voice saying, "I'm a Capricorn."