Grischkaja's world of dreams and mysteries

Hello:
last night was a bit weird. I dreamed about my old school, but it had a new style.

Hours of sleep: 6.3h
Vividness: 3/5
Recall: 3/5

In front of me there is a huge shopping mall. It looks like a mall, but it isn't one. Let me explain: The buuilding was huge and quadratic, like a mall, but in front of it was a little wall with bushes, a bus stop and a lot of students are in front of it. Some of them are 14, but the majority are 18/19.
I walk to a guy with glasses and start a conversation:
-Why are we waiting here outsides?
- Hug...
- What?
- The door is closed.
- Did you try open it?
- Nope
- How can you be sure that's closed?
I get no answer and I walk alone to the door and *surprise* it's opened. I don't pay attention and I simply keep walking.

I don't know what happened exactly next, but it turns out that it's my old school. I'm in a class, but I'm really tired. My eyelids shutt down several times. I don't know if I'm a student or if I'm here for my practical training as teacher. I stand up and get out of the classroom.
I go to the cafeteria. It looks a bit weird and not the way as I have it in memory (I spent nearly my half life there and know every little corner of it). I sit somewhere down and start eating a meal composed with beans and bacon. Suddenly I see that in front of me is a friend. He starts speaking:
- You look really exhausted today. Have you got a girlfriend or just more work?
I don't answer him, because I know he's jocking.
- Well, do you know what happened during the class? There were some chicks who made fun of you, because you nearly fell asleep.

He imitates the situation by closing his eyes and let sink down his head, lifted it immediately and open his eyes. He repeats it.

- That's what they did all the time! But I just told them to STFU and stop making fun of you. I'm glad to help.
- Wow, you did that really for me? Your a real bro!
- Yes you know my motto: Bros before Ho's

We start laughing. A few girls show up. They ask me what I'm eating. I tell them and ask them if they want to taste. One of them takes a fork out of her handbag (that's what I call organisation ) and tastes it. She doesn't like it and they walk away.

I'm suddenly in the big auditorium of my old school. A lot of students are there. A play is performed. It's about a guy who always falls asleep while sitting on a chair. I know that it's an allusion on my behaviour in class and to show my protest I cough as loud and as artificial as possible. everyone looks at me.

That's it. I hope I soon get a lucid