What are camera dreams about?

I had a dream where I was in my primary school’s pool. It was full and everything. There was a man standing just behind the pool and laughing. My classmates were in the pool too but they were sort of zombies? They were trying to kill me. The man just behind the pool was holding a sort of gun which looked like one of those cameras cops catch your speed on. I was running around the pool, screaming and crying closely followed by my zombieish classmates who were trying to kill me. The man pulled the trigger of the gun thing and it felt so painful. It felt like my back was spasming. Then I was back in the pool and it happened again. This happened multiple times. This was all in the same dream too. It hurt so bad. Anyone have any ideas why I dreamt that?

At the beginning of the dream, I was just lying down in my bed, but there was no mattress or boards so I was lying in an empty shell of a bed on the floor. For some reason I could see my door, even though by logic it would have been blocked by the bed, and it opens. My friend walks in, it was pitch black and when the door opened light came flooding in and heard the faint sound of static. I sit up to talk to him but I can’t talk and my friend (I’m gonna call him Howard) walks over to my desk and clicks the computer mouse and teleports away, he just disappears. So I get out of the bed and click the mouse too just to see what it does, and I get teleported right next Howard. I see this like, I don’t know how to explain it, the “camera” or what I’m seeing, zooms our and it’s just a shot of me and Howard standing in front of our middle school and it is engulfed in flames. All you can see is our silhouettes standing in front of our school burning to the ground. Then, out of nowhere my vision snaps back into my body and over the sound of the flames I hear a helicopter. Out of the helicopter drops a ladder and the person in the helicopter is some kid who was a big meme for the whole school (he was a great kid and we were friends But he was just funny to make jokes out of) and he yells at us to get in. Me and Howard start climbing the ladder and when I get in the helicopter I heard my dads voice telling me to wake up, and I do.

The next day at school I tell Howard about it and said that it was so weird because he had the same experience except from his view

He walked into my room for out a static-y place and clicked the mouse and saw the school in flames and then Kincaid lowered the ladder and he woke up

Has anyone ever experienced this before?

Nervous to fall asleep again tonight.

The dream started innnocently enough, the details are vague, but at some point I started getting calls on my cell phone from a number listed as "Bad Man, Do Not Answer". This person was blowing up my phone and sending me thretening messages, so much so that I moved to another country to get away. They messaged me angry that I was avoiding them, and asked where I was, then told me they found me and were on their way. Then they linked a video to my discord, and I started watching, and once I did I couldnt stop watching no matter where I looked. The video was from what seemed to be a drone's perspective, following a strange man running through the country side, unnaturally fast, wearing like a green leotard, like one of those greenscreen suits. He ran until he came upon a tunnel, and he kept running until he came across another person. He then violently murdered that person, smashing their face into the side of the tunnel wall, before looking into the camera with empy eye sockets.

Thats where I woke up from the sounds of my own screams. Spooky stuff.

So, I slept through my alarm, which made me a little late, but God damn am I glad that happened.

So the dream started with the four world leaders in a small room, with a blast furnace behind them, and a table with ingredients Infront.

They were given the objective of making the most solid cookies that weren't burnt.

They got to work immediately, for some reason, and started mixing their ingredients, the top gear cast talking about their mixing abilities

After a few unsuccessful cooking attempts, Trump stormed off like a child, and was replaced by Richard Hammond, who may or may not have been dressed like a death metal enthusiast for a moment or two.

The competition we t on, and they started getting some success. Near the end, Putin just tossed his mix on a tray, threw it in the furnace for ten seconds, and got the stiffest cookies you've ever seen in your life.

Bush disappeared into a door that wasn't there a moment ago, and emerged with some beautifully glazed cookies.

Unfortunately they weren't as solid, so he lost. Hammond decided to break one of bush's cookies on camera, to prove that he lost, so they are those.

A moment later, having been inspired by Putin, Obama produced the second hardest cookies, and the two winners went over to a corner, and had a talk.

Eventually, Hammond managed to fix trump's mess, and got into a gracious third place, deciding to eat his on the spot.

At the end, Clarkson draws the attention of the camera to the two in the corner, where Putin, asked Obama out for a drink at the nearby pub/bar, he suggested vodka, but Obama had work later, so they shared a single beer.

Then I woke up.

Wtf is wrong with me.

I just woke up and am still extremely disturbed. My daughter went back to school yesterday (in first grade this year) and I just dreamt that 2 days in a row she was brought home by someone, and I figured out it was from some teenage boy she called Devin or something. The names lost on me now. In the dream, I guess I had had past talks with her about it being inappropriate for Devin to visit the schools and hide in the bathrooms to see her, so she was secretly keeping touch without telling me. This had all turned into him eventually taking her from school, molesting her, and taking her home. When we had figured it out, Devin called my husband and I on the phone and described everything we were doing, he had cameras throughout our house. We eventually tracked him down and I stabbed him to death, gasping and all until his eyes were soulless. He wasn’t fighting it.

My initial reaction is my daughter represents the younger me who had been molested, kept quiet, and let it affect me my entire life. Now I’m on the verge of letting it go and moving on. Does anyone have anything else they think could be tied in?