Dream About Haunted School And Spirits

I was working at a school or daycare with little kids when we found out it was haunted. Taylor was encouraging me to try and speak to the spirits. One day, I came in early to get some opening things done, and the scene shifted to an optical store. A man who had been hurt was hiding, holding his bleeding arm. The scene changed back to the school, and there was a blonde girl in a purple shirt holding a bloody knife. She was walking towards the principal's office, identifiable only by the light being on. Worried about the situation, I tried to contact someone but couldn’t, so I helped the man escape. The principal came running, bleeding somewhere, and I helped him escape too. The girl with the knife was still there. I put the school on lockdown as more teachers arrived. Suddenly, a computer near me started typing on its own. It was a spirit trying to communicate. They used nearby objects since I couldn't hear them. I didn't know if the girl was a spirit, but the spirits helped me apprehend her by giving instructions and guidance. I ended up with a big cut on my left arm. The spirits also helped solve past murders. Outside was an abandoned pavilion, old and unkempt. The spirits let me know bodies were hidden there. By digging, we found a body in a cement-filled bucket. At some point, we apprehended the girl, and we all got out. My car was missing, so I stopped someone and asked if they could call the vice principal or principal because someone I had helped escape had taken my car. While waiting, a dumpster truck came by, dropping off a large piece of furniture and taking some other stuff. I asked the driver to contact someone to give me a ride, and they did. Someone came to pick me up and drove me to my grandparents’ house. The principal, who had taken my car, had somehow gotten a warrant to issue an APB so people were looking for me to return my car. When they arrived at my grandparents’ house, the principal was there with my car, along with the chief of police and some military guy who thanked me for apprehending the little girl. I decided not to work at that school anymore. A few days later, I went to work, and it was the optical place again. Kim and a couple of other employees were there. A spirit was still following me, like a little buddy, helping me see things I couldn’t. It communicated by typing on my computer or leaving videos. At some point, me and two others needed a ride. A guy volunteered, and as we drove, a giant storm flooded the road by a lake or river. The water got up to the windows, so I called it and opened my door for an escape route. We grabbed our bags and electronics, left some things behind, and swam to shore. I remember getting up, soaked, with my bag on my shoulder, walking on the beach. After that, the details get hazy.