these dreams go on when I close my eyes...

So last night was a fairly sleepless night. Well kind of. I slept fairly well for the first part of the night but I woke up around 5 AM thanks to this freaky weird dream I had.
I'm not entirely sure where I was or what I was doing there. I think it had something to do with that movie we watched last night, "Yentl" (with Barbara Streisand)... see, there's a scene toward the beginning of the movie where all of the old men are studying their holy books in a big room, each with his own desk and a sheet on his head...
In my dream, I was in a huge warehouse. Concrete floors and cheap walls with a fiberglass ceiling. The main room was wide and had hundreds of desks, much like the ones used in a high school classroom. The desks were all occupied by young adults like myself, in street clothing. I have no idea what we were doing in these desks.
There was a large man that told us we were dismissed, and he took me to an elevator that went into the basement. When we got downstairs, there were two doors. Upon opening, the first door led to what appeared to be hell. The stereotypical hell. What with fire and brimstone and little red men torturing people. I quickly shut the door and ran to the second door.
Upon opening the second door, I found rows and rows of pews filled with stone-faced women. And when I say stone-faced, I mean stone-faced. Their faces were all made of stone. Each had the exact same shape, features and expression on their face. Each of them were wearing a long, flowing navy robe that covered the entirety of their body save their hands. They all turned to face me when I opened the door. I remember being scared to death, so I quickly slammed the door and ran for the elevator.
The next day I found myself in the same room with the rows of desks. Once again, we were dismissed. I walked out into the commons area and met a girl my age who was completely made of stone. She was very pretty, wearing a gray sundress that tied in the back. She had no color whatsoever. She was completely gray. The girl was being taken to a jail cell downstairs. I don't remember the details, but somehow I managed to bring her food and break her free.
The next day, once again, I was in the same room with the desks. Once we were dismissed, the big man took me by the wrist to the elevator again and I followed him to the door that I remembered led to hell. I broke free from his grasp, ran to the elevator and pushed a button labeled, "to the front of the building." Without warning, the floor of the elevator broke free from the walls, and carried me into the attic of the warehouse over what appeared to be the ceiling made of fiberglass. The elevator floor wobbled, and tipped me over the side. I fell down to the ceiling and broke through the fiberglass, falling onto the concrete floor. But I was fine. I remembered grabbing a rope and feeling my hands burn as I tried to save myself.
And when I woke up, my hands were burning.
It was the oddest thing, really... I wonder what it means.