skeleton

Another patchy dream, really can't recall much of a cohesive story for this one either

I'm sitting on a white bus next to a friend of mine, and we're on a school field trip. The bus has divided sections for each set of seats, like a caterpillar. I look out the window and see we're driving along a tree line that separates us from a beach. When the bus comes to a stop and we get out, I start arguing with the friend I was sitting next to about something. The next thing I remember is standing in front of a very small model house, before being told to go inside. Then, I'm locked in. I'm pretty sure this miniature house is some sort of escape room.
The next thing I remember is opening one of the doors and a cardboard cutout of a zombie jumps out of the wall and scares me, like a haunted house. (Second dream in a row that has something to do with zombies!) Some other things that I can't recall happen, and then I remember being curled up on the floor of the starting room of the escape house, hugging my backpack and crying. I guess I really didn't want to be there.

The next morning I wake up and realise I'm the only one still there, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere in this escape room while the rest of my class have driven back to school. I freak out and call my Dad to pick me up. When he gets there, I walk outside and see my classmates are there, even when they weren't a moment before. Something else probably happens after that, and then I wake up.

First mostly nonsensical dream I've had in a while, I've really gotta stop consuming zombie media or else it'll be the only thing I dream about.

I wasn't going to post this because I can barely recall enough to make sense out of it, but I figured it couldn't hurt. Interpret these little memory fragments as you will:

I'm in a red room somewhere that resembles some sort of small resting area? In the middle theres a few couches, where myself and two others are sitting. Around the perimeter of the room are smaller rooms that are separated by these cherry blossom panel dividers, inside the rooms is a king size bed and a bed side table, like a very compact hotel room. I should also mention in this dream I seem to be around 11-12 years old? And so are the two people sitting on the couch next to me.
I'm not sure what happens between this scene and the next, but suddenly the room fills with zombies, (I have been watching a lot of zombie movies lately... not surprising), and the two kids sitting with me, who I recognise as friends, are turned. These aren't like regular media zombies though, after the initial wave they don't attack anyone else unless provoked, they just kind of hang around?
Then a group of army men come into the room and start taking away any survivors. For some reason I figure staying in this zombie building is better than being taken by the army men, so I pretend to be a zombie, but somehow I give myself away and I'm kidnapped as well and taken away to an island.

What I think is a lot of time passes between that scene and the next. I see my 12 year old self sitting on a dock as I watch army men march past me and load on to a boat. (As the men march past I also explicitly remember seeing my reflection in a puddle on the dock and thinking about how ugly I am, ouch!).
I forget what happens between that, as now I'm in some kind of post apocalyptic classroom, being taught something. I have a faint memory of talking with someone who was probably a friend, and a bully. The next thing I remember is being outside in the school yard of that post apocalyptic school, talking with aforementioned friend.

That's all I remember. I wish I could recall more, would've probably made for a much cooler story.

While sitting on the stairs of a large, white double story house (which I guess would have been mine), I receive a call from someone who I don't know, but apparently trust. He tells me that there is a very powerful group who I owe about $42 billion to, and if I don't have that money in 2 days time I'm a dead man.
I obviously freak out about this, and the next day the unknown number calls me again and tells me he has connections with a pawn shop, and a list of very valuable items I'd be able to make a lot of money off of if I brought them to his shop. The first one is one of those blue and white chinese vases, which he tells me is worth $6 billion! He says it's in the hands of a family owned chinese restaurant just down the road from where I live. I drive out there, walk in to the restaurant and see a gray, shabby pot on the counter, which the phone man assures me is the vase. I ask the man at the counter if I can buy that pot, and he gives it to me for $16. As I'm walking back to my car, I open the lid to the pot and see the ancient vase inside.
The next day, I drive down to the phone man's pawn shop and try to sell it to the person at the counter, who tells me he'll take it for a couple grand. Now I'm panicking, because the money is due today and I'm being told the vase that was apparently worth $6 billion is actually only a couple grand.
I try to call the phone man to ask him what to do, but I wake up.

I've been very stressed about deadlines lately, so maybe this is my subconscious way to tell myself to do those 2 missing assignments...

This is actually a dream I had a while ago, but I wanted to share it.
I'm walking through a grocery store with my Dad, and he's talking to me, but I can't remember what he was saying. Every few minutes or so, I look up at my Dad as he keeps talking and I notice him getting older and older, yet I haven't aged at all. The two of us go through the whole store. Eventually, I can't hear my Dad's voice anymore. By the time I've reached the check out, I'm by myself. The cashier asks if I want a bag, and all I can do is look back into the store, before walking off into the closed shopping centre.

That dream has stuck with me for a while now, one of the most cohesive and meaningful dreams I've had.

I can recall very little, but:

I'm a ghost, haunting a school which I've never been to. The school's cafeteria area has the make up of an aquarium. I enjoy messing with people, and as I walk past those who are still living I see them get cold shivers. I do something along the lines of that for a while before I meet a girl who stares straight at me. It scares me, before I realise she can see me.
All I remember about her is that I was very happy to see her, or for her to see me.