Boy bride, rollercoaster, and grenades lucid dream

I had another strange lucid dream. I watched The Alienist so my lucid dream fed off of me thinking about the show. Here goes. In my lucid dream, I was in a mental institute. All the patients had three things in common there: we were all young, male, and available for release on the premise of marriage. The suitors were all old, gross rich men. I was in the middle of having my marriage finalized when a gross, old man approached me from behind and wrapped his arms around me. He was humming a discussing tune and tried to make we sway with him to its melody. I broke his hold and faced him. He was still delighted. I kept my eye on him while they went over the marriage contract and the release conditions. The attendant and my suitor stood at a computer discussing the fine details. Another old guy walked over and distracted my suitor. The attendant kept scrolling and reading. The suitor would say "yeah" or "uh huh" every few seconds and pretended to listen. At the very end of the contract there was a biographical section about me stating that I was still married. He heard that section and turned to read the screen himself. He was livid. He started to approach me as if I did something wrong; that's when I made a run for the open doors. For an old, fat man he was surprisingly fast but I managed to stay ahead of him. I was bent on escape. I made it into the general building with the other patients. I ran a the giant circular, faux marble-lined halls like my life depended on it. I ran through double doors that took me back into the computer room. I knew I was still being pursued. I ran one more lap but took another set of double doors to the right of the first set. This led almost directly to a stone corner. I slammed into the wall and bounced off instantly. Shortly after I heard an audible groan as the old man fell down. I ran another lap to be safe and until I could no longer hear his ragged breathing. I exited this time to a grand space with escalators. Others were following me.  I ran over to the downward escalator and shifted my presence to the upward ones, throwing off my followers. As I looked back, I saw them turning away. They had lost me. But I was now on an escalator that went dangerously too high. There was no support structure for it now and it somehow turned into a rollercoaster. I was in the last row alone. I noticed that the track was somehow coming undone as we traveled. Reaching back, I used my hands to bind the metal rails together. The rollercoaster stopped and started going backwards. The rest of the building had long faded into memory and now we were above a bottomless space. Rails started swinging through the air. I knew what I had to do. I jumped out onto one of the swinging rails. I shifted my weight to save everyone on the rollercoaster from hell. Then two beams came out and the rollercoaster picked up speed. It was turning into a platformer where failure to place the beam would send us all careening to the unknowable depths of darkness below. This continued until I couldn't keep it up by myself. The ride finally came to a stop and I got off. Everyone else stayed on. There was a dumpster with chains tied around it. I looked down and I had a grenade hanging from my belt. This phase of the rollercoaster game somehow involved a forklift and grenades. I woke up. The next part of my lucid dream involved me trying to eat lunch. I was in a classroom with other students and it was time for my section to leave. Everyone left and, as I started to leave, I remembered that I placed my lunch sandwich in the classroom fridge. The instructor of the class went into the office at the back of the classroom to answer a ringing phone. I moved one table and multiple tables began to collapse into a dense structure. The teaching assistant had to hop out of the way or she would have been drawn into the mechanism. The students stood back as the furniture retracted in a semi-circle fashion. I never found the fridge and the instructor re-entered the classroom. She was visibly upset about having to reset the teaching environment but she continued. I noted newly exposed candy wrappings beneath the tables and told the students to clean up after themselves. The instructor continued "Now, back to the equation for calculating the forces needed to prevent transformations." My interest was immediately piqued. Unfortunately, I woke up. Was that weird?