Strange dream(s)

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I was at the Boston Science Museum. The entrance I was at had a large spiral staircase up to the top floor. I started going up it. When I got about half way up I saw the president of the company I work for and his wife coming up the stairs behind me.
I didn’t want him to see me at the museum, but the stairs were the only way down on this side of the building.
I could see across on the other side was an exit. So I leapt off of the balcony and flew across the ceiling to the other side. It was difficult as they had plastic fiber optic rods that hung from the ceiling to simulate starts, and dodging them and the wires for other things was very difficult at the speed I flew.
I got to the exit and it brought me out next to the parking garage. I saw that the street was full of people. Right outside the door was a man with two young children dressed in German outfits. I realized it was Cambridge cultural day and they were waiting for the parade. I knew that I could go off into the fair and get some good food. I started to do that, then realize that somewhere in the museum my shoes had fallen off. Since I didn’t want to walk around without shoes, I needed to go back and get them.
The exit had closed behind me, so I had to go back to the other main entrance to go in. I did so carefully to make sure I wouldn’t be seen.
(Probably a different dream, but they seemed the same to me this morning.)
When Holly and I got home there were three moving vans in front of our apartment building. (In the dream it was a stand alone red brick building too. Very old fashion, like an old fire house.)
I walked up to the people putting our couch in one of the vans.
“Why are you taking our stuff?” I asked them.
“We’re not,” their leader said. “We’re moving out one of your neighbors who has very similar things.”
“I know my couch,” I said. “And that’s it.”
“No,” he said. “All your stuff is still up there. Go look.”
I went over to the car and told Holly to start calling the police. Then I went up to look. It was a spiral wooden staircase and our apartment #5 was off to the right side about half way up.
I opened the door and it was empty.
I went back down stairs and found the men closing up the vans.
“That is my stuff!” I shouted. “My wife’s calling the police now.”
The three me gathered around me.
“Look, you don’t have to do that,” the leader said. We began walking across the park in front of our building as we talked. “We can put the stuff back.”
“OK,” I said. “Put it back now and I won’t have you arrested.”
We were about half way across the park when the leader looked at one of his other guys who was a short skinny man.
“Right,” the short one said. “Looks good about now.”
They all started running back towards the three vans through the snow to get away from me. I grabbed the leader by the coat and he started trying to take it off as he ran. The other two got to the trucks. I could see Holly on the phone in her car, but couldn’t hear any police coming.
Then, I woke up.