A dead man in my bathroom

I was in another dorm. Again. Every dream, different dorms.
A room and a bathroom. The shower stall had curtains. I opened the curtains, and there was a body of a man, naked, dead, scratched up and bubbled. I screamed and ran downstairs with the girls I was with.

I was thrown into a blow-up pool. It was 12-feet deep, and the water flowed in a circle, like a whirlpool.
Every chance I got, I grabbed onto the side handles and deflated it.
Little by little.
Then I would be swept away by the waters.
I dove and when I tried to come back up, a hand would be there, preventing me from going out.
Preventing me from breathing.
I choked.

There was a scandal. Corruption within the youth.
People started sexual activities at a young age.
4th grade, the girls were giving the boys blow jobs.
I was shocked.
I did the only sane thing.
I pushed all of them off each other and prevented them from getting close.
Those elementary school kids are more determined than possible, but so was I.

I came back to my dorm alone.
My dorm was quiet. The girls weren't with me anymore.
I peeped into the bathroom and I bent down to look under the curtains.
I saw feet.
I opened the curtains anyway.
The body was still there. Just standing, as if hanging.
He was looking at me.
My heart dropped.
I turned my body away from him, towards the door, but it moved too slow.
I reached for the door knob, but my arms were frozen in place. It was so rusty.
The door was too heavy.
I ran outside and ran down the stairs, screaming for help.