Weird nightmare about filming a porno and being cursed with a ritual

This one starts pretty weird. I worked as a cameraman for El Bananero, a Hispanic Youtuber. In my dream, he decided to start a porn studio and he was also the only male actor. I was filming him while he had a girl on top, when for some reason he threw her on top of me, making me crippled for the rest of the dream.

At this point, the dream takes a whole different direction, I was a student in a cliché Japanese school, and I had to stop recording because I was late to my class.

Inside the classroom, I start to talk with my schoolmates, all distorted versions of my IRL friends (they were like them, but not actually them). We had some weird conversation about another student from another class, who fell from a window and died.

According to my schoolmates, he died from a curse, there was some sort of ritual involving a white bed sheet that had to be filled with some wild herbs, a wine bottle and a spill of blood. Then the folded bed sheet had to be delivered to the victim, and then the one who makes the curse has to say something like "I curse you to die from..." and the death reason.

At the recess, I decided to stay inside the classroom because I was still crippled. A girl came inside, covered my eyes, gave me the bed sheet and said "I curse you to die with your head broken".

One strategy to avoid being cursed was just not letting the person reach and speak to you, but because of my situation, I wasn't able to slip from her. There's also another rule, the further you get from the place of the curse, the weaker the curse gets. You can't abandon the bed sheet, otherwise you will die earlier.

When I talk with the other boys about what happened, they all try to help me to not die until the class ends, which was pretty hard because we had to do some activities here and there and the school was full of stairs with sharp edges, and also it was raining, so the floor was wet everywhere.

Somehow I manage to survive for the rest of the day, and when I'm going downstairs to get outside, a girl pushes me and makes me fall, but one of my friends managed to catch me before getting injured.

At the streets, we start searching about the curse on the deep web, using a very old Samsung Galaxy Pocket. We finally find a plain HTML site with a PNG Italic text that reads "until death do us together" (quite ironic), and a picture of a bride's corpse, she's completely rotten, but her white dress remains perfectly clean, with such a white that has a light of its own.

The site says something about an agonizing bride who died from an ilness while she was waiting for the groom, who abandoned her at the altar. She was supposed to be the entity that indirectly killed the cursed people.

There was another rule that claimed that, if someone accepted the bed sheet, the curse jumps to that person instead. My friends helped me to convince the students from another school to accept it, but nobody wanted as they knew about the curse. I ended giving it to a shopkeeper, convincing him that the bed sheed was some kind of silly feng shui thing to protect his business.

I left the place, disturbingly looking at the pointy glass exhibitor that he had at his side, and swearing revenge to the person who cursed me first.