The first two parts were possibly part of the same dream from last night, but I am not sure, and so I will type them as two separate dreams.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day and The President Of The United States was coming to visit the country or place where I was, and I remember walking outside in an area with sidewalks and courtyards and plants and maybe water fountains that was a public area.
There were United States Secret Service agents all over the place and I think that many of them were going around doing illegal activities as they tried to secure the area like beating up people, kidnapping people and interrogating people, threatening people, arresting people, et cetera but I could be wrong.
I probably confronted some Secret Service agents about this trying to stop them from hurting someone, I told them that what they were doing was wrong and probably illegal and unnecessary and not helping to secure the area, and so they probably went after me.
I am not sure if I fought them or not, I probably peacefully went with them, and they were arresting me and kidnapping me and probably were going to question me and maybe torture me, and I probably was going to fight them if they tried to harm me, but I was going to try to resolve this peacefully if possible.
As they were walking me away up some stairs I probably noticed a threat that they missed, I probably warned them, and they were able to stop the threat, and so they probably offered me a deal where if I helped them find the other threats and if I helped them secure the area they would let me go and maybe even give me a job if things worked out, so I agreed to help them.
The president was either going to arrive soon or had just arrived, so we did not have much time, so I quickly asked about their security setup and started checking it and offering suggestions while looking for other threats and trying to make sure that the area was secure, and either this dream ended or the next dream is really part of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream or this part of the dream from last night is that it took place during the day, possibly in the same area where The President Of The United States was going to visit, but I am not sure, and there was an annual reality television-like competition taking place that involved princes (and probably a separate one for princesses, but I did not attend this one).
Various princes around the world would compete in this competition and I assume only one could win it, but I am not sure what the competition was about or what they would win, all that I know is that you had to be royalty to be in it (even illegitimate children of royalty could compete), and somehow I was in the competition (either I was undercover and trying to help The United States Secret Service or I found out that I was royalty).
There was another man in the competition who had just found out that he was royalty and the illegitimate child or a prince or king, he looked like Prince Caspian from The Chronicles Of Narnia films, and he was wearing a nice fancy traditional royal white suit-like outfit with a bit of military styling with gold and maybe some other colors on some accessories (whatever).
I was probably wearing a nice suit and the two of us were the only new princes, so we did not grow up royalty or get trained, and we grew up poor and this was our first time in this competition, and so we did not know how to act like the other princes, but we did our best.
Once we passed the checks to enter the competition we went to an auditorium to probably be told the rules and have the opening ceremony in another area in front of cameras and maybe a crowd, I probably talked with the Prince Caspian-like man a bit, and I probably focused on looking for threats.
At some point it was time to move outside to the opening ceremony but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a multi-story college building where I went to college and where I lived in a dorm, there was a classroom on the first floor that had three separate classes in the same room with one on the left and one in the middle and one on the right, and I went to one or more classes at the class on the left side during various days of the dream.
There were natural wood desks and each day someone would move them out-of-order and some would be partly taken apart or completely taken apart and some would be broken, and so each day I would have to try to rearrange them or some of them.
At some point in the dream I was in another competition or quest or treasure hunt that seemed to involve searching for something and maybe finding clues, I ended up teaming with Dashie (Charlie Guzman) from YouTube who also lived at the college, and there were two brothers working together and both of our teams were somewhat working together or in the same areas going through upper floors finding clues and getting closer to our goal.
At some point we were in a dark area on an upper floor where we found a clue and/or object that gave us the location of the next clue or object and/or the last one so now our two teams were going to rush to an elevator to reach it first, our team was going to keep things peaceful, but the other team with the two brothers tried to attack us.
Dashie and I reached the elevator first and I pushed the button to close it because the two brothers had tried to attack us and would probably try again, they tried to open the door but I closed it, and they started beating on the elevator, but we escaped them.
I remember Dashie saying that they were going to be mad and might try to attack him or us later because they probably knew where we lived because they probably lived at the college too, and Dashie probably went to get the clue and/or item while I went back to my dorm room to get ready for class.
I went to my dorm room on the first floor and got my book bag and went to class to the class on the left side, the teacher for this class was a woman with white skin with long yellow hair that was pinned up, and I noticed that each day more desks were partly taken apart or completely taken apart or broken so now we had fewer desks.
I started piling up the broken desks and moving the unusable partly taken apart desks out-of-the-way, and then I started trying to organize the desks like I normally would.
I had developed my own way of organizing the desks, the teacher had or once had some kind of relationship with a male student (possibly me or someone else) and this student and her and maybe me had worked together to develop a special way of spacing the desks, and I and/or we had developed a special victory or freedom (something) method that would help encourage people and make them feel better and somehow promote freedom or something strange like that.
There was something about this relationship between the female teacher (professor) and student, there were probably rumors of it possibly becoming romantic, and maybe it almost got the teacher in trouble so it was ended or adjusted to help avoid rumors and/or the teacher from getting in trouble.
This was on my mind as I organized desks and maybe briefly talked with some students before class started, maybe the teacher and I exchanged some glances and greeted each other, but that is all that I can remember.