Dream About Arguing And Crazy Situations

There was a girl with dirty blonde hair who was a bit chubby (not in an unhealthy way) and a boy who had dark brown hair. They were arguing over something, but they weren’t that heated/seroius or anything. They were tossing things like small rocks at each other as they argued. The girl seemed genuinely pretty annoyed and the boy seemed to find her anger a bit amusing. I was sitting right next to the girl and was also throwing some stuff at him. Not long after, I started messing with a weird bucket, curiously looking at the random things inside. The boy suddenly got a little frustrated and said something like “Your always here trying to throw stuff at me,” or something related and saying how I wasn’t even involved in their argument.I responded with something along the lines of “I’m not even looking for something to throw at you. Can’t a girl just mess with a bucket?” After a bit I found some red and blue wires in the bucket and started to pick at those. Another boy came up to me. He had black hair (or really dark brown hair) and was a tiny bit chubby, but not by much. I am pretty sure that he was the other boy’s friend. He also started to explore the bucket with me. He ended up finding a clasp, which was where the wires were connected to. He decided to put the wires into the clasp and close it to see what it would do. It started to make a beeping noise, similar to the kind you would hear in a movie when a bomb is about to explode. We picked up the bucket and moved it away from our area (it wasn’t that far at all, but it was better than having it right next to us ig). We waited and nothing happened other than the beeping slowly getting quiter until stopping. During the time that the beeping was going on, the girl I was with looked afraid. She was looking down at her phone and paying no attention to the beeping, though. I asked her what was wrong, and the second that the beeping stopped she told me that her dad texted her: “I’m still recording.” I was confused and also pretty scared when she told me. I jogged to the side of the building and sure enough, behind the corner of the building, was her dad recording the other students play in the field (sorry if I forgot to mention, we are in a school playground/backyard). Her dad had light brown hair, almost appearing ginger, and a bright yellow shirt on. He was recording us with a bigger-than-needed camera. It was on a tall tripod, one that looked almost taller than myself. He also had those big light things that you would see in school when it was picture day. He somehow didn’t see me at all, almost like I was a ghost. I turned around and there was some other kid that was pretty far from me. He had dark brown hair and was clearly either Mexican or Hispanic. He had his phone in front of his face. Before I could even think of a single word in my head, a loud came from that boy’s phone. It was the sound of a gunshot. It took just a few seconds for his phone to be lowered to reveal the bleeding hole that the kid had in his head. My dream kind of went back and showed me what happened closer to give me more context or something, and it turns out that the bullet came from his iPhone’s front camera somehow and went straight through his forehead. I ran to tell a teacher. I said something like, “Some kid just died! I don’t know what happened, he just up and shot himself or something!” (Reminder, the quotes are not 100% accurate, with the exception of the dad texted ‘I’m still recording’). After that, I seriously don’t remember what happened. My mind sorta just scrambled it up and now I have missing bits, random scenes with no context, and parts that I’m not even sure if I made up after awakening or if they were actually apart of my dream. One thing I do know, though, is that me and that dirty blonde girl I was with ended up in some big, dark place that gave off the vibes of a haunted house that was school-themed. There were tons of life-threating traps in there, and I’m pretty sure we actually caused the death of some boy while trying to escape. I think that after that there was a time skip and our experience had inspired someone to make a movie out of it (I saw the thumbnail, or whatever you want to call it, of the movie on some random side girl’s computer on Netflix at the very end of my dream).