I went into the next building I saw.
there was a professor and one student hanging out, chatting. They nodded at me but didn't stop their conversation. This classroom was well lit, and had three walls of chalkboard around. I inspected the scribblings on them and realized I was in a philosophy classroom. I pointed out my approval of the teachers including a particular philosopher in his section on existentialism.
"See, this is what I like to see," He says to the other student and gesturing at me, "only ONE student bothers to show up to class and here the new girl pops in and cares more about the nature of reality than all the rest of them!"
This makes me smile wickedly. "You think you know much about the nature of reality, huh?" I ask the professor. He puffs his chest up a bit, smiling.
"Yeah actually, it's my life's work, you know" I sit down at a desk near them.
"But what if you've only existed for the last two minutes?" I ask, he thinks about this with a furrowed brow.
"Well, that leaves a lot unexplained." he said
"Like, If I have only lived for the last two minutes, how did he know to come to class," pointing at the student, who is listening with interest, and then the teacher grins, making me laugh out loud in genuine delight.
He adds "but in any case, philosophy is my life's work, either way, even if it's only been two minutes." I stand up to shake his hand in genuine respect, but nod in the students direction and say "He's only been here two minutes too."
I turn and walk back out of the classroom, I decide to do an internal recap of the dream thus far, but wake up while trying to remember further back.
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