Yungen

I recall three dreams...

1) I am in a stately home. There is a staircase, pretty wide, going up to the second floor, it has a sofa at the top, a dark wooden colour, and a chair to the left, looking equally broken. There is a rope across the front of the stairs saying "Danger! Do not use! Please use lift instead. Apologies for any inconvenience" I go to the lift, which is huge, were my mother is waiting. I happen to look across at the hall and am amazed. There is a stone horse's head mounted on the wall directly in front of me. There are also banners draped across to the far right, where there is a coat of arms; a circular plate, half red, half white with blue dots. I turn my attention back to the lift, where we press the button to go up to floor five. It says that, because we are the first people to use the lift that day, we will have to wait thirty minutes for it to track it's way up. I don't seem to understand this because, when it starts to move I ask it to hurry up. I walk outside, and there is one of the more disliked people from my school selling something.

2) I am on top of a mountain. There is a table. It has a label on it saying "Top of the world, Here."
My sister gets there first and I am annoyed.

3) I have been sent to the grammar school for the afternoon. First we are in a meeting room, my three friends and I, and are told about what will happen. First we will have ICT. Then we will have history and after that go home. We go to the ICT room. It is beautiful, but I feel melancholic because I think of my normal school (this appears to creep up a lot in my dreams) and miss it. They have glass columns going up to the ceiling filled with a bubbly-watery mixture. The seats are very posh. They twirl around, and have backs on them, and padding as well. The computers have no lag. However, the lesson is very boring and seems to last for two hours. When the lesson is done, we all rush out thinking it is the end of the day, but we are called back and told to go to history. I notice that the entrance to the school is also posh. There is a receptionist's desk with a woman sitting at it, and a circular fish tank. My friends and I traipse along to history. I notice that there is someone wearing a very long scarf. It trails along the floor behind him.