Same old rooms, same old corridors, same old faces.
I went inside an office (probably the dean's) and saw my classmates there chatting around talking about this and that and of jargon common to pack.
They saw me and greeted me and asked if I was to enroll this semester.
"No, probably not." I answered.
And they continued chatting and looking at papers, writing notes.
I felt detached but relieved because I wouldn't be doing the same boring things they are doing now.
I looked at them for one last time in the hopes of memorizing their features.
And I stepped back and walked out the door slowly, leaving them murmuring amongst themselves.
[I like the meaning of this dream... It's so happy.]
