Stairway Out

1. Class Conference

School buildings, there is a central courtyard. Open classrooms that look out on the courtyard from two levels up like a place for keeping hay. There is no school but we use the infrastructure for our own means. I am pulled along, am part of this, but did not organize this and don't really know what it is all about. I know it is about learning and questioning, but I feel no interest, although everyone else is serious. They are mostly my age. Everything is organized well. We are divided in small groups according to our own wishes. Some people have lists, they do a little bit of guiding, as if they are part of the organisation but in fact they are the same as us. I'm the only one without interest. I see all the people go and I sit and I stay. But a few others stay and decide to hold the dialog or quiz where I am which is in a corner. There are stairs, too. At least two other boys. One of them has a list, he has been directing people. Now he is one of the last, so I am with him. Everyone else has chosen his or her topic and goes to a room, there are plenty, they are all empty. Stone. We are three or four.
Something with the stairs was not right. I went up them before maybe, they go no where or are superfluous, something like that.
When class begins, maybe this is another fragment, but from the same dream, we are in a classroom, classically ordered, someone in front, more than one actually, and all the rest, like me, in chairs. Room not full. Still a laid back feeling, as if there is no time. Time does not go by, because there is none. The person in front, now we are all close together, only a few people, holds up a book and says what it is as if to announce the topic. It is a book by Geert Mak. He pronounces the name rather oddly and I correct him, more than once, and he agrees, in such a way that makes me clear I was nagging and being pedantic. The book must have been In Europe, but the cover was vale blue, like that of John.
Another fragment in the same dream was when I had spilled orange juice on my t-shirt and there was pulp on it, white shirt. And really a lot and this has happened to me before, and I state that I will have to wash it. There's no two ways about it. But I don't have immediately the opportunity to do that, so I walk a little with the shirt pulled up, in front of me, over the courtyard, a bunch of other people were walking alongside me, they don't react funny, stay neutral, maybe have not even noticed.
Then there is the part of the stairs, which is when we decide to leave, everyone is going home, and to do that we go up the stairs, we follow, or they follow. The stairs are like a puzzle, they are all next to walls, but some are close to each other and connect. And I take one set of stairs and then change to another and in so doing I create a short cut, and other people follow my example. If you would go the normal way you would have to go up more and do double the amount of stairs. Somehow this works. White, beige. In the open. From the courtyard to outside over the wall.

2. Grdr

Grdr.

3. Two Year Old

Fragment in which I meet Erel and his young kid is with him, kid is two years old. I don't say anything about the kid. Blue, on the street, cobbled, houses on my left. Blond hair, this kid.