Last night was chock full of dreams:

I was sitting in a windowsill looking out at the beach from 15 or 20 stories high. The waves were huge and I could hear them crashing mightily. The imagery seemed to transform me into some poetic person, and I kept wanting to describe the waves as the pulse of the earth. But then my family, who were also there, had to leave. I said I wanted to stay, and my dad said I could, but it would be forever. So I left with them :)

Then I was in a school building, and Jason Vorhees was also there, along with a few other people. He tossed one girl down the hallway and grabbed another to throw at the first, an interaction that would kill both. But just before the two collided, a nerdy girl that everyone would have expected to lack athletic prowess jumped in the way on her back and used her legs to launch the tossed girl OVER the first girl, effectively saving both lives.
I think Jason was then distracted by a teacher, so we all ran. There was a strong door that separated two segments of the hallway, and when I passed through I turned around and locked it. It was a deadbolt type of lock, and the door was really sturdy, so those of us on the far side of the door had time to hide or get away. I chose to hide. I ran to each of the doors in the hallway until I found a classroom that was unlocked. I ran back to the hallway door to check on Jason and found the Wilkinsons (my profs for my God and Nature course) on the other side. I opened the door and let them through, though they didn't seem worried at all. They just sauntered down the hall without a care in the world and left the school. I ran back to my hiding classroom and found a male teacher just leaving. I warned him about Jason and he didn't seem to believe me, though he said I could use my classroom to hide. He also said something about the hockey and cheerleading teams having practice that night. When I entered, there were lab lights over all the tables, and I ran around turning them all off so Jason wouldn't be tempted to come in my room. I had to leave one on because I heard Jason breaking through the door and needed to hide in darkness.
I lay on the floor and pulled out a pocket movie player that was playing the movie I was in. Using it, I could watch how far down the hall Jason was. It was weird to see him pass my door in the movie and see his shadow pass over my door in real life. Then the hockey and cheerleading teams arrived, and I became rather nervous for them. There was nothing I could do, since the bunch of them were already in the hallway with jason. One of them taunted him, and Jason grabbed him and threw him into the school's trophy display case. Then Jason walked over to the guy and jammed his hand into the guy's body, pulling out some sort of organ (it may have been his heart, or liver, or maybe his testes). Then he made the guy eat the organ, and before he died the guy said it tasted better than he thought it would.
Eventually morning came, and all the death and destruction was gone, but my CCSP class had been staying in the school building overnight. We all started to wake up and all wanted to take showers, but the bathrooms available to us only had one or two showerheads. So some of us went in search of other showers. Cal started marching, and all the other guys fell in line behind him, calling out "left...left...left..." in true military fashion. I was worried they would all find the showers before i did and occupy them all.
So I walked down the hall and saw a guy carrying a towel. I followed him into the shower area, which was huge and open. There were a few open showers with four showerheads, and maybe 15 individual showers in stalls. There were also large stainless steel tubs. They were so large they seemed meant to bathe cows. I couldn't decide which one to use, but as I explored I found a wax pit. This was sort of like a sand pit, but obviously the substrate was wax. I jumped in and started making all sorts of strange shapes and things. Then other members of my class came with their own wax from other wax pits. I became jealous because my wax pit wasn't the only one.