This night I had several dreams that took place in a huge school. Even though I did wake up between some parts, I'd always be back at the school.

Part I - Meeting A.
]The beginning of the dream is somewhat vague. I was apparently the same age I am IRL, 21. Still, I had gone to a school, and while I don't remember exactly having classes there, it involved me meeting a lot of people and exploring. The place was HUGE, and I mean REALLY HUGE. All halls and room had really high ceilings and were very spacious. There were many corridors, too, and they were usually long with several doors. Part of these corridors looked a bit like the old building from my old school. Still, everything was extremely luxurious. All the walls, floors, stairs, banisters, everything was made of stone and marble and squeaky clean. Every place was also really well lit. There were beautiful golden chandeliers, but I believe the light used electricity. I'm not really sure why this place was so rich and beautiful, but it felt nice to be there.

Usually, in my dreams, large places tend to be dark and, for some reason, dirty, or look like they have been abandoned. This wasn't the case. The school was mostly really well lit, clean, and while it was mostly empty, I did know there were other people there. I'm guessing that since it was so big, parts of it tended to get empty at certain times of the day. Now, I spent a long time exploring. During this, I met A. (A. V., from college) several times. The strange thing about it was that whenever I met her I'd be walking in or out of an empty, silent room, and she'd accidentally surprise me and scare the hell out of me. It happened several times. At some point, I was walking down some stairs that led into the back of a theater stage (again, looking like the one from my old school). The place is apparently empty. I walk onto the stage, instead of crossing through the back.

There are no sounds, no one... But when I see something moving on my left I jump back and scream, surprised. It was A. again. She was standing in the dark with a professional camera, taking photos of the stage. She laughed and apologized for startling me. I remarked that it was the fifth time already. I notice she seems a little older, more mature and beautiful than she looks IRL. She's wearing a dark green dress. We talk, talk, then sit on the edge of the stage. It felt nice to just be with her in the dark, empty theater and talk. Eventually things took a turn to romantic. We were sitting facing the empty chairs, but really close to each other. We slowly face each other and lean in. Our lips touch lightly, but she turns away. "No.", she says. "We can't."

"Why not?", I ask. "Porque caralho." (approximately "Because of cock". "Caralho" is a curse word for "penis", in the same way of "cock" or others. It also has the same use as "fuck", when used in place of the word "dang", or "damn".) I'm puzzled, that made no sense. "What?" She turns away and stands up. "Because of those cock-mouths on the audience, fucking..." she continues a long string of cursing (yes, she did say "boca de caralho", roughly "cock-mouths"). I'm still puzzled, but I believe she didn't want to kiss in front  of the audience. Somehow she cursed repeatedly without a single trace of anger. Wait a sec... audience? I peer into the darkness and manage to see: there were people sitting on each one of the chairs, staring at us with interest. What the... we were being watched all that time?

I wake up and try to get back to the dream. Didn't work exactly as expected.

Part II - Older Friends
I'm back in the school, now walking along with another male, apparently either a friend or my brother. We are headed to a small bar/restaurant where some friends of us hang out. We get to what looks like a small shop where 5-6 people in their 30s are in. I know that this is a place the group made for hanging out. They share expenses and have drinks, food and others. Pretty much like some headquarters for them to have fun. We are their friends, so we're allowed to come along and hang out with them too.

We enter and greet them. There's this fat guy with shaved hair, there's another guy with long wavy hair. I look at him and joke saying that his hair makes him looks like Desmond, from Lost (http://dailycontributor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/henry-ian-cusick-...). There's another guy, then a blond woman and an Asian (Chinese?) girl who was pregnant. She was the last one I greeted, shaking her hand. She stared at me after I shook her hand and asked "Aren't you forgetting something?". I ponder for a second, then jokingly tap her belly and greet the baby. She's staring at me as if I was a bloody idiot. "No, like this:", she says, with her hand on the side of her belly as if it was protruding out of it. She wanted me to "shake hands" with the baby. I'm kinda weirded out but I do it. "Sorry about it, I'm not uh... really good with babies." She says nothing, but continues to look at me as if that was really obvious and I was an idiot for not knowing.

Part III - Just like Home Alone
I'm hanging around with a group of kids. There are 5 or 6 boys, all with ages ranging between 10 and 13. One of the boys, a short kid with glasses and light brown hair, had found some really important information who could incriminate a group of adults. They were going after him, so his friends joined him to try to protect him and get to the police. I found out about it and decided to help them. We were on a room somewhere deep inside the school. There's a hole on the stone floor (somehow, this part of the floor wasn't really thick. It was barely and inch or two, and there was wood between the slabs of stone too.). Through the hole, we could see a room where the adults were. They were trying to get the kids and me through the hole, or at least convince us to give up.

We fought back, though, throwing metal pieces, needles and others. Somehow, we set up some traps which involved getting electrical appliances, tying them up with a fishing line, then throwing down the hole something to weight them down. It seemed to make sense at the time, and it kept the guys at bay. I suppose it'd make the appliances fall down on whoever tried to climb through the hole, but still, that's me guessing now. Anyway, we set the traps and the adults backed away. We waited for a while, until they pushed down the hole a stereo. I'm not sure if it was a trap or they wanted to send us a message, and we didn't find out either, as we kept throwing stuff on it until they pulled it back away.

We were proud of ourselves! We had scared them away, and we were safe. There was no way they could reach us! We walk down a corridor, laughing and talking, then take a right. We were in a huge hall with a staircase turning along the wall, and down a corridor. Everyone was talking and playing, until it dawned on me. Wait a sec... We blocked all paths on the back, but what about this obvious entrance? The stairs weren't safe! I quickly inform them and we run back to safety. How could we be so stupid!? They were already probably on their way and we'd be in a lot of trouble. We get back and the boys run for cover. I find a discarded vacuum cleaner. I grab it's nozzle - basically a long metal pipe - as a weapon, adding to it's end a black punching target I find on the corner. I could clobber some of the guys with this.

I could already hear them coming. Still, even if we all fought, we had the disadvantage. All the kids weren't half as stronger as the men, so I had to be careful. I run back to our trap and grab the fishing line, then tie and end on the appliances, and another end on the vacuum cleaner across the hall. This created a tripwire across the path they'd be coming. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but it could slow them down and perhaps give us the edge we needed. I remember thinking how this looked a lot like the movie Home Alone. The guys came and a short, but confusing combat ensued. When the initial confusion cleared down, I noticed the boys had somehow gotten away, which was great. But then again, I was alone with a group of 5-6 guys who wanted to beat me up, which wasn't that great.

Thinking fast, I look towards the trap area: there was a window overlooking the staircase room, and right beside it was our trap:
MAP
   ________________
   |     ___           __ |
   |    |   | stairs|
   |    |w|          |
   |    |a |          |
   |   | l  | \       \
   |    | l|   \       \
__|    |__|_[window]_
__________[trap/hole]_|

I grab the reel of fishing line from the trap and throw it through the window. The line was still tangled on the trap and across the way (the tripwire didn't work as expected). They are nearing on me, so I grab the line and jump through the window! The line cuts into my hand and I try to ignore the burning in my hands as I hastly slide down it, along the wall. I wondered how bad the line cut my hands, but had no time to pay attention to it - I managed to get to the floor below, and started to run like hell. Now something funny happened. As I ran through the halls, eventually getting outside (it turns out it was nighttime. I also noticed the school was made of several separated, similar-looking buildings, all located close to each other, and all of them huge), I began to narrate mentally what was happening. But I didn't think of it as something that WAS happening, but something that WOULD happen, as if I was making up the story. I narrated as I ran through halls, around buildings, described my thoughts as if I was a character, mentioning my fear of getting caught and my intentions of getting outside. I'd think things like "After escaping, I would try to get outside. Since it would be dark, I would probably be a be hidden, waiting to get me."

Eventually, I did get outside, to what looked like a road or at least some express way or whatever. I was wondering, in my "would-happen" narration, why exactly the kid was being chased. I then created a story that the boy found out that the school's principal had been embezzling funds, and the kid found everything about it. I even had a mental image of the principal, a fat man in a suit, with glasses, looking like a politician. As I say it, several cars arrive, and the principal emerges from one of them, heading into the school. Apparently they didn't notice me.