DreamingInBlue

Dream 1: I was in restaurant, and when I went past the drinking fountains and the bathrooms, I saw a dimly lit hallway. No one else noticed it, but I went down it. It lead to what appeared to be a school, completely dark and in disrepair. I entered into the dining hall, which had a pit of blue foam cubes at one side and a large stage in the center. The stage had tattered curtains and assorted broken lights and props scattered about. Crouching atop a rack of broken lights was a boy.
Suddenly the scene shifted into my living room. The boy flicked a switch on the lights, which had made the trip, and they ignited. He vanished, leaving me alone in my living room with flaming lights.
I panicked, and my siblings appeared along with my close friend, Sam. We decided to put the couch on the fire, as my friend said it would cut off the oxygen and extinguish the flame. Sadly, her theory was incorrect, and the couch burst into flames as smoke filled the room. We contemplated tossing the ottoman on top of the blaze to test her theory one more time, but thought it best to run out into the backyard. We waited there until night had fallen and two firemen came to tell us it was safe. There was no evidence of there ever having been a fire, except for the missing couch. We came back inside, though my friend had dissapeared (who knows where she went). One of the firemen said to the other "If you had to get these people out of the house, how would you do it?"
The other fireman looked at me, as I was closest to him, and then proceeded to pick me up. "Like this", he replied, while I layed limply in his arms, confused, as he moved me up and down. It was if he was doing arm curls with me as the weight. He eventually put me down, and I glared at him.
"That wasn't good form," the other fireman said.
"I'll show you good form," said the arm-curl fireman, picking me up again. Once more he heaved me up and down.
He set me down again and I stared at him confusedly. He smiled and laughed.
Dream 2: I was talking to my Spanish teacher from freshman year by my mailbox about taking her kids to a school event (why do I always dream about being in freshman year again??). We chatted in a friendly manner for a while before she told me she had to go home. After she left, I was walking back to my house when I tripped and fell, spilling the bag of mail. A man came out from behind a nearby bush and walked over. He looked terrifying, and I knew he wanted to hurt me.
"What are you doing on the ground there?" he asked, smiling menacingly.
"I'm Jewish! Wait no, my house burned down!" I yelled. (In my dreams, when I get scared, (since I'm never lucid) I tend to tell random things that are not true.)
"You're Jewish?" He laughed.
"Well, no, not really." I said, getting up and turning to leave. That's when he started chasing me. I ran towards my house, fumbling to open the door, and got inside, but not quickly enough. I tried to slam the door shut, but he was so close that I couldn't. I screamed, and he lunged towards the semi open door. Then I woke up, terrified.