Two Dreams

Dream 1:

We (me and my family plus some IRLs) traveled back in time to some sort of Mesopotamian civilization, either Assyria or Babylon, and had to travel through a crowded city. At one point, we needed help from some sort of assassin, but she betrayed us and we ended up fighting her. Later on, we finally made it out of the city and we were trying to figure out what time period we were in. We knew it was ancient Mesopotamia but couldn't figure out if we arrived during the Babylonian or the Assyrian civilization. I figured it was probably Babylon since the Assyrians would've been more aggressive kek.
Anyway, we were looking over a beautiful natural backdrop, and my mom was wondering where one of our group left. I told her he went to a trade outpost to buy a camel, idk how I knew that. Then it started snowing hard and we were in a building watching the snow from a window. One of us wondered if Jesus was being born in Nazareth and i was like no, thats 2000 years later lol.


Dream 2:

I was back in high school (I often get recurring dreams about our entire grade going to high school again for 1 more year), riding the bus, but some of the dudes sitting near me apparently developed crushes on me and expressed them in the weirdest ways. In one case, some Asian guy attacked me trying to impale me with some kind of spear(?) and his friend jumped in to help with a cleaver knife, but then their third friend jumped in to "save me" in what was obviously an extremely staged "rescue." I moved tf away to the other side of the bus, and the dude who tried to "rescue" me was upset lol.
The other one got a little more complicated (and icky). There was a black guy covered in peanut butter(?) who grabbed my leg (so I also ended up covered in peanut butter) and started proclaiming his love to me as I squirmed away from him, so I had to get peanut butter off myself before the bus arrived to make myself presentable .-.
This is also a weird lore bit, but the dream version of our school was renowned for its high culinary standards and Roman chefs were hired for the cafeteria lol. Apparently this meant that before their official employment, the chefs rode the bus with us, and just before we arrived, the driver had to hit a wall in order to make the bus almost tip over on its side. Apparently this was traditional when assessing the quality of Roman chefs: If the chefs were not scared away by the mishap, they're considered worthy for employment lol. Anyway, we did this, but in this case the bus actually *did* tip over. We still made it out safe though.
Anyway, the dream version of our school also had these stage plays, only instead of plays it was one person telling a story to the audience, accompanied by a band. So the black guy I mentioned earlier wrote a story with the intent to woo me (idr if it was directly *about* me or not, but that was his intent), and *insisted* to be allowed to present it as the day's stage play. So the play started, but I discovered that the dude has some suck-up kid writing all his scripts for him as he tells him to. So I came up, snatched the script out of their hands, went back above the stage and started deriding them as I tore the script apart and ended my tirade by throwing the pieces at him and saying something to the effect of "good luck getting your sycophant friend put a coherent narrative together out of this," loudly so everyone could hear. Meanwhile the band continued playing but the black guy just stood there unable to continue lol. And the dream ended around there.