Dream Of Crocodiles In An Orphanage

I was at this place that was kind of like an Orphanage, and there was a gigantic crocodile in a giant glass rectangle filled with water. Sometimes the person who was taking care of us would let kids swim in there with the crocodile. I thought this was super dangerous because they would swim by the crocodiles mouth. Then I don't remember what but something happened that made everyone have to leave because it wasn't safe anymore. Me and two other girls went back to see if the person who was taking care of us was okay, going back into the orphanage I had had a bad feeling that he wasn't okay but went anyway. We got upstairs to where the crocodiles tank was and saw the crocodile tearing him to pieces in the tank. We were all shocked and so sad but I said, "We have to get out of here it's not safe." And we all ran as fast as we could out the door and to where the cars were waiting. My stepmom Kate was waiting in her car and said "My back is open if you want to jump in there." So we got into Kate's car and she drove off. I said "I can't believe he's dead," over and over and was crying. I woke up in real life and went back to bed and my dream continued... It was a few years after the crocodile incident and me and the two other girls were coming back to the orphanage to collect the bones of two people that we had buried. We went in the front door and saw the massive skeleton of the crocodile. All of us were terrified moving around it worried that it would come back to life. We got around it and over to a spot of grass with a pebble on it that one of the girls had placed after she'd buried someone. She dug it up and put the bones in a bag. Then we went to the other place where bones were buried but we had to get there by flying on by paragliding over the ocean that was between us and the island the bones were on. We all made it over there after a few failed attempts and snuck into the building that was on the island. We were afraid that the crocodile was back to life and would get us. We were inside and found the turtle shell that one of the girls had placed on top of where she had buried the other body. She dug it up and put the bones in a bag. We paraglided back to the orphanage and weren't afraid that the crocodile would come back to life anymore. We hopped over the skeleton and out the door. The girls wanted to re-bury the bones in the front yard of the orphanage but I said "No we should bury them in a public place so their families can visit them." And then we once again left the orphanage.