Dreaming, but not Under A Table or in California

A couple months ago, I had some really really bizarre dream...I don't remember what it was now, but since then, I have been keeping a piece of paper and a pen on my nightstand, so that I can keep a dream journal of sorts. I've had some pretty bizarre ones that I want to share, but first, my recurring nightmare:

I have had this dream many times, and always wake up feeling happy when I realize that I'm not in school anymore. In this dream, I am in high school, on the first day of the school year, 5 minutes before classes start. Everyone is getting their class schedules, and starting to head off to their first class. I get to the front of the line, and get my paper with the class time blocks printed on it. I start heading away, and look at my schedule. The schedule is completely blank. I look at it some more, confused because i know i was properly registered for the school year, and the schedule had my name printed on it, but there's just no classes. So I head back to the table where the schedules are being handed out, and ask the woman why my schedule has nothing on it. She isn't helpful at all, and tells me to go to the guidance counselor's office. So I go there, and the only person there says she cant help me, and to go to the principal's office. I go to the principal's office, and they tell me that there was a mistake, and they reprint my schedule. Ok, fine, all set. At this point, the first period is already 5 minutes in, so i'm late already. I look at the schedule, and RUN to first period. I get to the room number, head in and sit down. After a few minutes I realize that I'm in the wrong class, even though this room number was the one printed on the schedule. I head back to the principal's office and ask them to confirm the room number and class, they confirm that what is on my schedule is correct. so i go back to the room, and its still not the right class. i decide to sit there anyway, and stay until the end of the period. When the bell rings, I look at my schedule again, and head to the next class. When I get there, I again realize that's the wrong class. I do the same thing, go back to the principal's office, recheck the schedule, and go back to the wrong class anyway. This happens the entire day, with every class. At the end of the day, I get on the bus and go home, and my parents are both there waiting for me. They explain that they got a call from the school that I had skipped every single class, and demand an explanation. I tell them what happened, and show them my schedule. They accept the explanation for the time being and we agree that we'll go to school tomorrow and get it straightened out. The next day, we go to school, and talk to the principal, the principal asks to look at my printed schedule, and when I show it to him, he says "well, this schedule looks fine to me, why don't you show me the incorrect room?" So we all go for a walk, to my first period class, and as we approach the room that I had gone to, I can't find the room number that I had been in. the rooms just skip over that number. I look at the schedule again, and it has a different room number than it did yesterday. Nobody believes my story, the principal suspends me from school, and my parents ground me, and that's when I wake up glad that I'm not in school anymore.
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Top Secret Government Project

In this dream, I am a member of a top secret government group (sort of like the CIA i guess?) and our mission for the day is to blow up boats in a harbor that belong to the enemy. We are also not to take any prisoners and kill all enemies on sight. So me and my team (I'm apparently the leader) swim out to the area where the boats are, and we start climbing up one. I do all kinds of covert ninja shit, and sneak up behind an enemy, and choke them unconscious. I check the name, serial number and barcode tattoo on his arm and make a note of it to tell my superiors when we finish. I then drag him into the bathroom, fill the tub up with water, and hold his head under water for several minutes. I then pull his head out of the water, and happen to look at the name, barcode and serial number again, and it has changed. The name is now the name of one of my old (female) supervisors at work (real life work). I look at the face, and the face has changed too, it's now the face of my old supervisor as well. In the dream, she had died under very mysterious circumstances several months ago. Even though I had held his (her?) head underwater for several minutes, she starts coming to, and we start talking. Turns out, the government had faked her death, and she was now working undercover as a terrorist, which is why she was on the boat we were trying to blow up. So we plant some explosives, and jump off the boat in a movie-style "jumping away from the explosion" jump.

Church Youth Group Play
So for some reason, I'm at a play that is being performed by the local church youth group. In the play, one of the kids is a small black boy who is clearly retarded. In the audience, I am sitting next to a guy who says that he is a truck driver, his big rig is out in the church parking lot. He has these huge scars all over his body, especially his face. We talk about his truck, and i express my interest in trying to drive the truck, so we agree to swap vehicles after the play. So after the play, everyone gets into their cars, and I agree to meet up with the truck driver down the street after the traffic clears out. I'm in my car trying to leave the church parking lot, and suddenly the flow of traffic changes, and I'm stuck in sand, in front of a fence, with the truck driver behind me. I try to back out, but he's pulled up so close to my car, that I can't move. I start honking at the truck driver, and he gets out of his truck and starts yelling at me. He gets pissed and wants to swap vehicles now. so i give him my keys and I get his. Somehow he manages to leave in my car. So now I'm still stuck in the church parking lot, in the sand, with an 18 wheeler. A female janitor comes by, and I start talking to her. She's there to clean up the sand for the church. She turns out to be the retarded black boy's mother. She sees the truck and recognizes it, after talking with her some more, she knows the truck driver, and he was at the play to see how the boy was doing. It turns out that there had been a fire at the woman's house, the truck driver had been driving by, and he had run in to save the boy, that's how he got all the scars on his face.

Houseboat
In this dream, I was living on a gigantic houseboat, on the bottom floor of two floors. We were anchored out in a harbor, and suddenly I hear an alarm, there's a big storm coming and we have to evacuate. I evacuate on the ferry that was sent for me, and I get to land and end up in a gigantic warehouse-like shelter that was near the harbor. The people in charge realize that there is enough time before the storm gets too bad, that we can go back to our houseboats and get whatever stuff we can (me and the other people who like on neighboring houseboats). So we get back on the ferry, and my parents are there, to help me save what stuff I can. We get to the houseboat, and there is water dripping everywhere, due to the rocking of the boat in the rough water. So my parents and I are trying to unhook all my electronics (because of course, me being me, that's what i wanted to save the most)  so we are unhooking everything, and we hear a honk from the ferry. The storm is getting worse, and they need to leave. I get as much stuff in my arms as I can carry, and rush out to get on the ferry. I get on, but my parents are still trying to get more stuff for me. the ferry operator honks again, and starts powering up the engine to head back to shore. I yell out to my parents to hurry up, and finally see them coming out, and they make it onto the ferry just as it starts pulling away to head back to the shelter.

Skatepark
I'm going to a skate park (even though I've never skateboarded in my life), I get there and find out that before you go out and board, you need to put the skateboard together yourself. they give me the basics to put the board together, and I start following the directions to do it. As soon as I sit down and start, a group of 4 guys comes in, and sit down next to me. they are tough, with tattoos everywhere, and look mean. So they get their skateboard pieces, and start putting theirs together too. They are going much faster than me, seem to have done this many times before. 3 of them completely ignore me, but one keeps looking at me. Eventually, they all finish putting their boards together, and the 3 guys go out and start boarding. the guy who kept looking at me decides to take pity on me and comes over to help me put my board together, as he realizes that I have no idea what I'm doing. so now let me explain a bit about the board. when you get to the skate park, they give you a small flat board which just appears to be a small plank, then they give you a handful of wheels, nuts, axles, etc to attach to the board. Oh, and also, for some reason, the pants I was wearing to the skate park were really loose, so they were practically falling down as I walk around. I have no idea why i would wear those pants to go skateboarding, without wearing a belt. So I was having trouble getting the wheels put together, and the tough guy started helping me. We got to talking, and I told him that I had never skateboarded in my life. he says "don't worry, neither have I". "but you put your board together so fast, you seem like you've done it before?!" "yeah, I have, but whenever I go here with my buddies, I always find an excuse not to actually go out after we put the boards together."  So we finish putting the wheels on, now it's time for the cover piece, to make it an actual skateboard shape. the skate park management people have a stack of covers to add to the board, which have various designs/logos etc. I happen to see a bright yellow one with the Simpsons on it, so of course I want that one, but the guy behind the counter says that we don't get to choose which one we get, so he gives me a different one, which happens to have a picture of the Barenaked Ladies band on it. That's fine with me, cause I like them anyway. So I go back to my seat with the board and cover, and start putting it on, with the other guy helping me (i don't recall ever asking or finding out his name). So we get the cover on, then he asks me if i set up the blood pressure monitor on the skateboard. "blood pressure monitor?!?!?!" "yeah so you can tell if you are going fast enough".  so I go and ask the guy at the counter for the blood pressure monitor, and he gives me a long cable. I take it back to the chair, and the guy goes "ok, now you  can use this to wrap around your pants for a belt, i noticed they were kinda sagging and you might get the bottoms stuck in the skateboard wheels" so I take the blood pressure cable, and loop it through my belt loops and tie it into a knot to make a belt.  and that was when i woke up....

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I have no idea what any of those mean, if any professional dream interpreters want to review and tell me whatever meanings you can get out of it, feel free!