I'm staying in some kind of hostel with friends, as well as other people my age who apparently are students, as well as old men who are teachers. The place itself was never properly referred to as a hotel or hostel, but it was mostly a poor-looking house where we shared large rooms. Parts of the common areas were used for lectures, and it was mostly old and dirty. At some point, the students had gathered in a large room to hear a lecture. They sat on chairs or stood, watching through an open door a teacher who sat on the other room. This balding, gray-haired man with glasses looked awfully familiar (possibly someone I've seen IRL), and I was beside two other important-looking teachers and him as some kind of stagehand.

He picked a book and started his lecture about it. On his command, I turned on and off lights, apparently to improve visibility or add effect, but I kept confusing the buttons and fiddling with the lights. The other teachers grunted in displeasure, and I'd panic and bump into things, accidentally hit them with my hands and so on, adding to the confusion. At some point I was allowed to leave, so I went to a backroom where I was supposedly sleeping in these days. I walked past a cleaning lady, a fat little old woman who looked greasy and sweaty, and stared at me with what seemed to be mistrust. I walked past her and into the room. I don't remember exactly if there were lights in it, but it glowed slightly with a greenish or yellow tone. Near the walls were sleeping bags and mattresses haphazardly thrown around. Debris, pieces of broken objects and trash also littered the place. The walls had cracks and the paint was peeling out. I'm not sure how that place got to be such a mess, but it really was daunting. I have no idea how we'd been sleeping there. I suddenly realize my mouth is dry and there is some sort of thick sludge stuck inside it. It's on my teeth, gums and tongue. I stick a finger in my mouth and pull out pieces of a transparent, strange sticky substance, which I throw around the room. It takes me a while, but I clear most of it (Apparently, I was sleeping with my mouth open, hence this strange part).

I'm about to leave the room when B. V. (friend, also now works with me) shows up. He was taller, and he handed me a folded piece of purple cloth. It turned out to be purple briefs. He told me they were mine, that I had forgotten them somewhere. I confusedly told him that no, they weren't. Why would I have purple briefs? He insisted, saying that only I wore that size (?!) and I suddenly remembered that my mother had actually given me said underwear a few days ago. (False memory, and obviously a big missed dream sign) We head into the back room again and talk, though I don't remember many details.