I found this dream from 9 June 2011. This is the last of my old dreams except the epic one from 1997. Don’t know when I’ll get around to doing that one.
I was on my way to class, in a building that was a mix of Manglerud High school and the Vilhelm Bjerknes building at the Blindern university. The walls were made of red bricks. I was ten minutes late. I went up a floor towards the classroom, but at the top of the staircase the door was bricked off; I was startled and almost lost my balance, since there was nowhere to stand between the stairs and the new wall. I then remembered they had been doing renovations.
Back on the ground floor I went to the info desk to find out how I could get to my class. Only Swedes were working there. The guy I asked made a phone call to find out. I grabbed a pen and post-it, and jotted down the directions he repeated on the phone, sort of in code form. He did the same thing, and when he was done, we had the same notes on our post-its, except he had a few codes there from before. He was then going to explain the directions to me, but first he went on to explain his earlier notes, kind of to boast about how clever he was with his little codes. It was just mundane office stuff. I was getting impatient, and glanced at my watch. I was twenty minutes late now.
Somehow the info-desk people didn’t find out anyway. Annoyed I asked incredulously: So you mean to tell me the info desk at this school can’t tell me how to get to a classroom? Well, I’m sure some of the students know, he said, and stopped a girl at random who was walking by. She seemed very friendly and suggested she show me the way there. She said we had to walk to T’s office to get to the other floor. (T is a guy from my boardgaming club, who doesn’t work at a school as far as I know.)
That’s at the other end of the building! I said.
That’s right, she said. I can take you there later too if you want.
I thought this was an odd thing to say, I couldn’t see why I would need the way shown to me twice.