Ha ha, I'm sure there probably is a creative way to tie them all together. Maybe the answer will come to me in a dream.

I had gone back to sleep and dreamed again. This time I had somehow been selected to go into space. Apparently artificial gravity had been invented, and we had a pretty big community up there. I met a girl, we started making out, then going further, but then people started coming into the room and reading something (the comics?--I can't remember), and we had to cut it short. My coworker/friend was suddenly there, apologizing for it not happening for me. Then the dream took a turn and I was stumbling into a human slave trade operation, and I found an invoice for a worker in a neglected bathroom in an alley. I had accidentally peed on my foot to notice the invoice on the floor. I rushed to some sort of legal proceeding looking for some lawyer friend to show them the evidence of this operation they had been trying to shut down.

Then I woke up.