a teahouse inside my head.

I know I had multiple dreams last night but I don't know where one began and one ended or if I only remember one dream so I'll just write it as one long chunk.

There was something about going to different classrooms in the outer reaches of the solar system (the space between each planet was a classroom, like the area between Uranus and Neptune would be one classroom). There was a lot about this but I don't remember much about it as it was in the beginning of the dream. At some point I was at "my school" and it was in this big field like space and a teacher or administrator walked up and told everyone to bring in rocks that were round because we would make planetary models out of them and they would become real solar systems (like we were playing god). I was happy because I knew I would have a ton of rocks for my project. When I got to school the next day I was mad because all of my rocks had been too oval or lumpy to qualify as planets. Then I was hanging out at school and a teacher (who does not exist in real life) who everyone seemed to like (though I knew I had never had) walked up and asked all of my friends if we wanted to go with her down to her car to get something. I decided to go with her and we went down a REALLY tall elevator to get to a parking lot out in an open field (not underground) where there was one car. It was a red hatchback and she opened the trunk, got something and then we returned to the elevator. It looked to be about 300 ft tall and looked like the glass was a portal to the stars (it looked midnight blue with stars and very realistic). The shape itself and the way it presented itself in the parking lot reminds me of the supreme scream at Knott's Berry Farm but only one of the towers. We were on our way up the elevator when we stopped on a floor where 3 cute 12th grade boys who are friends with my best friend's ex boyfriend were slumped up against the elevator eating blueberry pie with ice cream. They gave me a slice, the teacher a slice, and the teacher's toddler aged daughter (who hadn't existed until that moment) a slice. The one I like the most walked into the elevator with us after handing out the pies and then proceeded to spit melted vanilla ice cream up on the teacher's shirt. I high fived him and then we got back up to the "school floor".