DreamingInBlue

Well... I've had no dreams that I can recall the past few nights, but I just had a brief dream I remember quite vividly.

I was sitting in some sort of hotel lobby, in an armchair. Next to me was a golden table that had a vase of colorful flowers on it, with a mirror above it. The gold revolving door was twenty feet or so away, and opened to a busy street, but no one came in or out. They just walked by. There were two armchairs next to me, and in one sat a random girl I've never seen before, and in the other sat my English teacher. My English teacher and I were conversing pleasantly while waiting from something or someone, though I'm not sure what or who.
At some point, I grew bored and went to go get my recorder, which I remembered was in the dining hall (I don't own a recorder). I went inside, and the room was just a maze of white walls. I wandered around a while before finding myself back outside, holding a red recorder which apparently was from my youth. I walked back towards my chair, trying to remember how to play a song. I began playing "Victorious" by Panic at the Dicso, very awfully at first, but soon had managed to play it fairly well. I went over to show my teacher. Then the dream ended.