What are classmate dreams about?

It was really strange in that dream my insecurities popped up inferiorities i was bullied like in childhood went to a different more richer school and got good grades only to beat up another classmate who was making fun out of me and i got kicked out of that school then my parents were angry then all my emotions against them i had in waking life started flooding in the dream had so much emotion in it so vivid

I had to have some minutes to process what the fuck was going on after the dream something like an acid trip

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?

I haven’t seen this classmate since elementary school. He was the “popular boy” in school.. all the girls crushed on him and talked about him.. except for me. I didn’t understand why everyone got so flustered around him, probably because I was so young, but I’d just talk to him normally. We were just regular classmate.
But I had a dream about him last night and the tension was REAL. I had these random memories of being friends and loving him for a long time and not being sure if he felt the same way. & we were doing something where we had to be really close I forget but you could tell we were very aware of each other and there was just SO MUCH TENSION. Then we put our heads together and I just felt so... warm and so happy.. so complete that I could cry. And at that moment I thought “this is my soulmate”.
I just can’t stop thinking about it. The way it felt with him. I stared at the ceiling for a good 15 minutes when I woke up just thinking about that moment. It’s so odd. I found his social media and what’s even more odd is that he looks the exact same in my dream... how would I know that??

Hey there! Sorry for any typos I'm on a shit phone with a tiny keyboard, onto the story.

So I had a dream where we were all takin to this room (we being a bunch of random classmates of mine, boys and guys) now we entered the room and all sat around, the man (which I presumed was a teacher) said that this would be a sexual intercourse class and that we would be given random partners, of course being in a dream I didn't question this. So the time came where I was ready and my partner was ready but then out came my long time friend, well call him B and the girl that I like, well call her K were chosen to be partners and my partner fled to his group up and started going down into town (if u catch my drift) with both of them. Leaving me all sad to myself in the corner, the dream ended there for all I can remember (I just want an explanation, if not just some reason as to why this happened to me)

I dreamt that I was in my university classroom, and the professor said that since a (fictional) classmate and me had done some homework or something, we didn't have to attend the extra class the next Monday (a holiday in my dream). Then I found myself in a car with someone else (maybe said classmate, I don't remember) and we were talking about so many suggestions people gave us about rituals and self-care things to do, and we joked that we barely had time to go to class and work, so how were we gonna find time to meditate in the morning and do all that stuff.

Then I found myself in a car either alone or with my family on some sort of road trip somewhere resembling my home country/region, like a mountainous area with the typical curvy road. The mountains (like in my home country) were eroded with brownstone columns so to speak. They looked like [this](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DmlMogCX4AEg5AR.jpg). On the radio, they were talking about an important touristic site. Then I saw that on top of the mountain there was a poor neighborhood, and in those houses they were selling gas for cars on the road. I looked at the mountain and saw a sculpure carved into it. The head was like [those on Easter Island](https://cdn.cnn.com/cnnnext/dam/assets/190111092720-easter-island-moais-file-restricted.jpg), and the body was a sphynx. It was all made of brownstone, like the mountain.

I then understood that I was in [San Agustin Archaeological Park](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Agust%C3%ADn_Archaeological_Park) (even tho it looks nothing like that IRL). I thought to myself that it was so sad that we were in such an invaluable place and yet people didn't notice and only went there to fill their gas tanks before going on their merry way. Then I looked down to the mountain once again and realized it wasn't the one statue, but the whole mountain was full of those sculpures instead of the brownstone columns, arranged like some sort of fractal or collage. It was really weird.