What are getting fired dreams about?

In this dream I saw coworker of mine. She and I used to talk all the time, but I got fired from that job. A month after getting fired I had a dream where I walk into a theater with maroon red walls. I walk up to her and she seemed to be 8 month pregnant. We never had sex so I found it odd to have this dream. She looks at me in the dream and she crying, balling her eyes out. I look down and my legs look muscular so I start running away from her while jumping over objects as fast as possible.

Can anybody help interpret this recurring dream I’ve had for the past 2-3 years? Relevant background info: I graduated college in 2016 and this dream didn’t start until a few years after.

I have a recurring dream that the university I attended writes me a letter to let me know by bachelors degree is being revoked because they found out I hadn’t completed necessary math classes....from elementary school. My job finds out and fires me after 4 years of working there (my in real life job).

So now in this dream I, a fully grown person in their 20’s has to go back to my elementary school and repeat a bunch of classes with all of the normal aged children. In the dream the school is exactly how it was when I was younger and all the other visual details are 100% accurate. It’s always math classes, and always at my elementary school. I never dream about having to repeat college or high school courses.
I have this dream a few times a month, if not every week. I’m not currently in school, never had trouble with math, and haven’t heard from my university since I graduated.

This dream is stressful, full of anxiety, and borderline a nightmare because everything falls apart once I get the letter. I get fired from my actual current job, know I might potentially lose my actual apartment, etc. I wake up in a complete panic, sweating, and on the verge of tears.

The frequency of the dream and the intensity is staring to get to me. Hoping for any insight or advice on this!!

There was a school shooting on a plane and I was trying to convince the shooter to let me live as they were lining people up and making them say why. I was scared but also happy and was not taking it serious and was making jokes and the person let me live. I kinda like liked the person weirdly enough. And then I forgot how but I was on the ground and it was like a dome and I feel like there was a giant mushroom tree but I was not phased by it, but I can’t directly remember it. Also some normal trees that were massive.There was a lot of people too. I guess they were the people that talked there way out of it. There was someone telling them to go under a specific tree. And then I forgot what happens but I was back on a plane and it was happening again but I was kinda enjoying it. It was just exciting and I wasn’t scared. I just made jokes again and was let go again. I don’t know how but then I was back on the plane and it happened again. Still happy as can be I was though. Then I was in her house the shooter. Also I feel like during the shooting she had a team of masked men. Anyways she was just sitting reading with a uh well something next to her I got bold for no reason and just asked and took it. I would have been extremely embarrassed normally but I wasn’t. Then some more stuff happened where I was watching like Netflix or something and I wasn’t supposed to because I was supposed to be doing something else blah blah blah. Really fucking confused and hope it’s not to long

I was about 18 and had gotten my first temporary job. Wasn’t the best place but it gave me money and introduced me to the workforce.
My hiring consultant was a sour, old Karen-type woman. If you turned down overtime or any shifts for any legitimate reason she’d make you feel like you wouldn’t have a job the next day.

We were texted every Sunday detailing our hours for the upcoming week, which was usually Mon-Fri.
One early morning, I got a text message saying I didn’t need to come in for that particular day.
I was happy because I could finally have a day off so I stayed in bed and went back to sleep.
Later on that morning whilst in bed relaxing, I get a call from old mate Karen. I could feel the gaze of her evil eyes through the phone as she demanded answers, “WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL IN SICK TODAY!? WE DIDN’T HAVE TIME TO CALL IN A BACKUP WORKER TO TAKE YOUR PLACE!?”
I replied, “Uhh sorry but you guys texted me not to come in”. She says, “Excuse me? We did not”.
And so I check my phone. To my horror there was no text message at all. I apologised for the error but really I was laughing inside because I realised I had dreamt of receiving this text message.
The dream felt so real and I didn’t even notice.

Karen then reminded me that if I wanted to keep the job, I needed to follow certain protocol otherwise next time she’d get rid of me.
Luckily, I retained the job.

\]Just a few nights ago, I laid down in bed to sleep, on a night that wasn't particularly different than any other night. I fell asleep pretty quickly, from what I can recall, ended up having an incredibly bizarre and unique dream, then waking up at my normal hour feeling anxious and much less rested than I typically would. As you might have guessed, I'm having some trouble figuring out what, if anything, this dream or its parts may be a symbol for.

*The Dream:*

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*I enter the dreamer's "mind" in the middle of an empty restaurant, immediately overwhelmed with panic and the impulse to check my guest at the table to make sure he's okay. I lean over the table and see him dead, laid across the booth of the table. I lean back in my seat and do nothing for a few moments, feeling nothing. Then, I'm suddenly standing in front of a mirror. No memory of rising from the booth or changing rooms. I stare into my own eyes for moment, than start to glance down at my own chest and as soon as my eyes can see that I'm seriously hurt, a giant clear "bag" containing my stomach, small/large intestines, liver, kidneys, pancreas, etc. The only things that the bag didn't contain were my brain, lungs, heart, reproductive organs, circulatory system, etc. I was both overcome with anxiety as I realized what was happening and also apathetic whether or not I could save myself. I emptied the contents of the bag containing my guts and began trying to arrange and connect my innards the way I thought they were supposed to go so I could later place them back into my belly cavity and reconnect them, like nothing had ever happened, until it hit me that I know almost nothing about the way the digestive system works. The uneasy feeling in my stomach began to crawl up and finally manifested in my mind ass : \*my guts just fell out of my abdomen, every individual piece completely unattached from one other and from my body\* and it only took a moment before I was hit once again with a simple, powerful, truth: "no man could ever survive this, and I am only a man." I reluctantly accepted my fate and then realized that I, at the very least, wouldn't \*actually\* die until I ran out \[unknown substance/energy\], meaning I still had time to take care of a few key things before I left this world for the next.*

My background:

26 year-old caucasian male in good shape

Currently readjusting after moving across the country (Montana to Mississippi); was planning to work in a National Park from May thru October but got fired for accidentally setting off the fire alarm with my electronic cigarette. Was homeless outside of the park for 2-3 weeks but managed to get a bus ticket back home because, just in the last month since I lost my job, I've made very little progress on my own here in MT. Not to mention, my mom has had pancreatitis, had her pancreas removed, was diagnosed with breast cancer, recently had surgery again to have a bowel obstruction removed, and was recently told - again - that she's cancer a SECOND time - this time, in her stomach.

ANY CONTRIBUTIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

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P.S. Sorry everything is so unnecessarily detailed and rambly, I'm stressed to the max and my new doc has me on some very strong meds.