My first dream was nothing big itself, but the second dream I had last night left me questioning the contents of my unconscious mind. Was I delirious?

I was in school, on a field trip.We were going to a large factory, and because I had such bad creditibility had this one factory, they made sure that nearly all areas were off limits to me. The field trip was a hands-on experience in the workplace. And for some reason, I was only in the 6th or 7th grade.Other students were allowed to work assembly lines and do "fun things", but me? I had to remain in that one room we showed up in. I didn't want to do anything against the place, even if they had done me wrong by not trusting me. I was to hold the door open for people bringing in hospital stretchers, usually in a hurry. Once everyone left, my classmates returned and I watched them play soccer in this large room that I was in charge of. Someone kicked the ball and it smashed the window. My boss came into the room and began yelling at me. ME! I tried to persuade her and let others persuade her that this wasn't my fault, but I was crazy if I thought she would believe me. Which she didn't. And my self-esteem was crushed into oblivion.

I had a second dream about a boy. I wasn't in any way involved in this dream (weird third person dream? I rarely have these). He was in danger. I saw him riding his bike in a dark alley in the middle of the night, trying to get away from someone bad who would abuse him. He had a strong influence on me. I knew he was important for a reason. And on his handle bars was this invisible partner, who I think I played the part of here and there. He made his way down the alley until he reached a point where I saw two middle-aged people sitting with all their belongings (home furnishings, food, a bathroom, plenty more). I looked at them closer, but never close enough, and I could tell that they were my grandparents. The boy continued telling them about his invisible partner, and how he must escape before they come after him, as his partner was in great danger, and for him to be caught, would be to slip away the details of his partner's whereabouts. He took off on his bike again, and this is when I became the silent partner. He was talking to me about how I had really screwed up his destiny, and that he would never be able to trust in me again. This made me feel like the monster within me had really became visible. In fact, the entire thing was beginning to remind me of Harry Potter. As we made our way back to my grandparents in the alley, they showed up a vehicle we could take with us to escape rather than riding this bicycle. I woke up for a brief instant, caught a glimpse of my bedroom, then fell back asleep again. The vehicle they gave us was modeled to look like my bedroom. I was cleaning the deposits of the floor and throwing things out that could rid us of weight that we didn't need. I guess because we would cross some line that would require a specific weight of a vehicle, and we didn't want to be conspicuous. I tossed out tampons and at least 40 cans of Pepsi. My grandfather looked at me (I guess I was now the boy, rather than the partner), and said, "You don't like Pepsi?" I became angry, and took off. Then awoke. For good.