I'm in a huge gathering of people around my age. Apparently, it's some kind of party related to college. It also had something to do with costumes, too, as several people here wore strange colored jumpsuits, funny hats or dressed up like characters. A friend of mine (a random DC, in truth), was dressed up as El Chavo (AKA Chaves in Brazil - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Chavo). I saw him from afar (the party was in a place with two floors, I was on the higher one) and tried calling him, but he didn't hear me. I went off to look for him, calling him "Chaves". Other guys with hats like Chaves would turn, thinking I was calling them. One of them, specifically, was a guy with gray-white eyes, white skin and an hypnotized look. He stared at me vaguely and asked if it was him. I told him I was looking for someone else, to which he commented to a friend. "See, it's never me. People are never looking for me."

I go downstairs looking for Chaves, but he's nowhere to be seen. A cute blonde (?) girl approaches, followed closely by two friends of hers, a short black-haired girl and a guy. She seems to know me, and compliments me on my looks. I look down and realize I was wearing a somewhat formal attire. I thank her for the compliment and mention how I had gone to a client that same day, hence the clothes (a similar clothes/client talk did really happen IRL recently, regarding the same clothes). We continue flirting and talking, but they seem to be on a hurry and head through a wooden door. I fall behind, but soon head the same way.

There, I find myself in an older room, clearly built a long time ago, with lots of wood and a very high ceiling. Here are several people who worked in my old school, mostly beadles. I talk to one of them (I don't remember his name - it's the round-faced guy with whiter skin and blue/green eyes. Saw him recently on a visit to my old school) about several things. Among them, I mention how something had changed since he had died - apparently, he was a ghost there and we were both aware of it... and pretty okay with it too. I spot another door leading into what seemed to be a ballroom, in which a party was going on. I supposed the girl was there, but before it, for some reason, I felt impelled to jump. I jumped really high, and somehow managed to impulse myself up while in the air, jumping over 4 meters high. I find it amazing, but other people don't seem to care much. One of the beadles tells another employee to watch out for me and to not let me jump like that in the ballroom.