The jail Escape and the shame of return

"I dreamed I was going to jail, but I never knew why. My friend helped both of us escape by driving off in a police car. We were never actually inside the jail. My parents didn’t like that I had escaped, but they weren't going to turn me in. I was at my house, and I knew the police were coming for me. A friend, a woman I didn’t know, and I laid out our prison uniforms and spent the night there. When an officer came, we changed into our clothes and complained about how bad the prison would be. The officer was taking a long time. He started firing his gun around the house to take out "any hidden cameras." Then the three of us were in a car. I worried we were running away and would get in more trouble, but we were only driving ourselves to the prison because the officer was too slow. I wanted to stay put. I told myself, "When I get settled in, I'll use my magic to take over the guards' minds, and they'll set me free." Next, we were on a bus to the prison, and a woman who could control the weather broke us out. I thought, "Great, now I'll get in more trouble." Then I was back at my house. My parents had family over, and they were talking about me. I had been let out early, so I was sneaking around. My dad found it hard to talk to me. At last he said, "He's been in jail," and I could hear the shame in his voice. My mom saw me and accused me of stealing Coke from the fridge. I said, "How could I have stolen it? I haven't been here. I just got here. It was missing before I came, so how does that make sense?" Then the dream ended."