Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I think I could have remembered more but I can't read my notes
I am at a meating place for my university that I have never seen before. It is
in the forest and there is a huge walkway around a circular building. There is
some huge event almost like a pep rally or something. The university is going
around grading our artwork, it's not on display or anything, but they are giving
a school grade for it. I am not even in any art classes, but I do have things I
have drawn so I show it to the person. Later, I see my Marching band director,
Josh Decker, and he says that the band needs to get set up because we are
apparently performing. I go out on this walk way to a small dome out a ways from
the main building. I get a saxophone and the dream ends

I have had this dream before
I am on the grounds of some massive building. I am with my best friend. We were doing
something but I don't quite recall. I come up to a small road going up to the building where
a red firetruck is parked. There is also an armored truck, and my friend and I are to make
sure that nothing happens to whatever is inside this truck. Suddenly, another firetruck comes
rushing down the drive and smashes into the back of the armored truck. Two guys get out and
start trying to get at whatever we are protecting and somebody yells "stop them" or something.
We do not have any kind of substantial weaponry we get in the firetruck and the dream ends.
Hopefully I will be able to get something more in-depth as this is a recurring dream.

I am in my room with the light on and I hear my dad say to my mom as they come
up the steps, "Why is Wesley's on?". My mom replies. "Because he's in there". Suddenly,
my dad flips shit, saying that I shouldn't be here. Apparently he had kicked me out of
the house for some reason. He comes over to my door and stands there menacingly.
He says something about having told me not to come back and becomes aggressive. I
begin to fear for my life and grab my hunting knife and flick it open. The dream ends
with my dad and I staring each other in the face.

I am walking down a road and my best friend rolls up in an Aston Martin DB9.
He says hop in, so I go around the other side and we drive down this woodsy
highway. After a little driving, we stop at a mall and go in. I don't remember
what happened after that.

I am at my house for the day and my mom is just getting ready to go to work.
I will be home alone and for some reason, I would never do this, I go down to the
basement, while she is still here, and grab a box and load it with as many types of
alcohol I could find. Namely beer. I take the box up to my room. My mom leaves
and I grab a can of beer and start drinking it while on my laptop. I think about calling
my friend, Kurt, to come have a beer but decide not to. Instead, I call my best friend
and forget about the alcohol and go down to his house across the street. We meet
up and go for a drive. Obviously, he is driving. We are riding down some back roads
when the dream ends.