1. Short, sweet. 2. The exact opposite of that, with gratuitous parentheses

1. At a pet store the size of a Wal-Mart with my father, looking at fish. We see one that resembles a hand stabbing something with a knife in slow motion. That's the best description I can come up with.

2. I look at the Info page for a show. It says something like "[Name] has a disease that can only be treated in a certain section of the library." I don't recall starting the show, or even any transition at all, but the rest of the dream had TV-esque dramatic camera angles and I wasn't in all of it, so who knows.
Anyway, now it is first person, but not my, POV (I think I frequently dream in third person) of walking through a library. Arriving at the Classic Literature section, I see Will, hooked up to an IV. Not a special book-related IV. Just a normal one. One that would work anywhere, even outside the Classic Literature section of the library. I am told that he has "bing." It might have been BING, an acronym, but it was just pronounced as a word.
Back to third person. I don't think I was in this scene, either. The room is a hybrid of my bedrooms and Will's. His dad (not his actual IRL dad. In fact, he might have been my dad. Actually, I think that Will might have been my brother during this dream. I'm not sure. My subconscious clearly has some stuff it needs to work out.) walks into the room and sees Will sitting on the roof/in a tree outside, where it is cold and snowy. He says something like "Just leave me here, I don't want to burden you anymore." The father, being a father, declines Will's request to off himself and carries him inside. Will (pronouns are much less convenient when the relevant characters are of the same gender) says something along the lines of "When I die, use my body and replace me." (I seriously don't know where this all came from. No frigging clue.)
At school, a combination of the high school where I spent my freshman year and my current high school, at the end of the day. I see Kitty, who tells me that, earlier that day, he had to tackle Will to stop him from killing himself.
Still at school, I approach Will and Dan, the latter of whom looks like he has just run a marathon. I ask what happened and Dan tells me that Will tried to commit suicide while giving a speech to his class, subtle fellow that he is. He goes on to describe how he heroically marched to the front of the room and gave a rousing and inspiring speech (which, actually, I think was just the one sentence) about how "If anyone deserves to die red-faced and sweating, IT'S ME!" and then slapped himself as hard as he could to redden his face and did...something (I don't know. Ran around the classroom?) to get all sweaty. I give him a hug (because, y'know, he single-handedly stopped my friend (brother? Maybe? I still don't know.) from DYING. He doesn't smell disgusting. I hug Will, too, and now there is a sweat stain across my chest, like he was the one who had been running (maybe), rather than Dan. They make some comment about that. Will says he has to go get something before we can go home (we were waiting for our rides, I think, because possibly we were freshman. Again, I don't know.) and walks off. I try to follow him because, y'know, he already attempted suicide twice that day and I didn't want to leave him alone, but he quickly disappears into the crowd.
Now the school is empty, but I still haven't found Will. I get a text message from Will, who is apparently waiting for me at the car that says something along the lines of "We really rolled a crit with that hug, didn't we?" I guess he meant it to mean "Did you die? What is taking so long?" or something (how often do I use that word? So often.) similar. I am extremely happy that he is apparently no longer suicidal.
I leave the school and approach my mother's car. She tells me that Will is my ride home (why did she even show up if she wasn't my ride?) and gives me vague directions to his car. I start to walk towards his car.