Steampunk Courthouse Mystery and Hidden Power

started in a very steampunk/industrial setting. I believe at either an airport our a courthouse or political house of some sort. The dream was a mix of me as the Narrator and then 3rd person as a little curious boy. There was some session going on in the courthouse where the boy was sitting on the floor waiting for the procession to start and behind him were some black people who were well dressed and sitting in chairs in the front row. One of them, a young man, was explaining to the girl next to him that his hair would soon belong to her, once they were married. He went on explaining how his hair, using it as a metaphor for his bloodline, was very good and noble hair and once they were married she would get to be a part of that. She was less than thrilled about this, but was coldly entertaining him, as she would probably marry him for his riches despite seemingly loathing the character.  The dream sort of fast forward and skipped past the event and now the little boy is sweeping the floor of the hall and now there are only a few people there. Another little boy enters and sits in an open seat by an open window. It's cold outside, snowing, but he keeps the window open in order to let the place air out. The other little kid who was sweeping finishes up and then sits in the only other open seat which is right beside the boy in front of the open window. Now it's me and I sit there and it's cold and I'm in short sleeves and kind of raggy clothing but keep the window open as well. We look at each other, because we notice we're in similar dress and situation and so I start talking to him. Dream fast forwards again and the other boy, now good friend, tells our character about a secret of this place and how there is a hidden artifact here. He tells me that this pile of dirt is "alive" and we must wake it, but doesn't know how. I start digging around in it with a shovel but it's mostly just dirt. I try to think about it differently but don't come up with much. Then this man, a messenger of sorts, appears and points down at the dirt, almost below it. Indicating it's under the dirt. So we dig and under it leads to this room of old machinery and gizmos. Ah-ha! We start playing around with levers and buttons but after long days turned weeks turned months we're still at the same place - nothing at all happening. Just when we're about to call it quits and inform our dads or the government about this place the messenger reappears. He goes around a lever we've tried a million times, pulls it down, connects something we've connected a million times and then hits a small button we've hit a million times, but never in that order, and the place comes alive. Black smoke billows out from the big furnace/body part of the room. He goes "ha! There we go! It truly is alive! There's enough power in this room to fuel the world! Hah!" And then hits the off button and leaves. We turn it back on and it goes on again but then we don't know what to do. We try some other things but nothing new is happening so it's back the drawing board, but at least we've gotten a new advancement! We start brainstorming what it could be and what it could do and will get to work again tomorrow at our secret meeting place and secret hour. But then wake up. Hope I get to see part 2 of this one.