zesty_pinto | Yet another dream

Back in college, I traveled along cold hallways that went from one class to another. The classrooms were unusually large and the number of people per class made the classes seem half-full. I entered and listened to a lecture where there was a woman there whom I think was someone from the museum that I remember thinking of as a real snob. She was chewing out people everywhere while at the lecture and when the professor came in, the prof chewed her out in anger. It was surprisingly pleasant.

After the lecture, I travailed from one place to another. In the process, some of my notes are dropped down a stairwell and I try to follow them to pick them up. After heading down the stairs, I notice there's a bunch of shops. There was an outdoors store and they happened to have cars too, mostly XTerras, and an SUV that only had to passenger seats. I wondered why until I opened the side door and found that there was a block of machinery installed in it. I figured it was a hydrogen system, but then I realized that most of it was batteries. I wait around a bit for the clerk who just sold one of her cars. I ask her confidently if the machinery inside is an option that you can remove interchangeably. She says that it isn't, and that it's an option she only sells to cranky old people so that they can say to people, "Gas? Who cares about that?!" She showed an enormous passion about the gas crisis and I am nodding most of the time, again surprised at her zeal.

I head back and see an escalator where people are playing with one of my books by slapping it against the side of the escalator's rails, and it starts to piss me off. I get there, pick up my two books and check them for damage to find them raggedy as a result of this treatment. Beyond the hallway was a large lounge-like area for people to sit and eat or read lecture notes in a green and purple wall scheme. A large rounded corner extended and rounded at areas where various college students manned the area.

I wasn't sure if I wanted something, but since I had time, I ordered and waited. One of my supervisors was there and she talked about how the food here was good and how she was waiting for her husband to pick her up. I step out for a bit to a lonely small street where a number of shops are around, but the only one I notice is a pizzeria and find that my order is ready, so I step back and pick up a warm bag of a cheeseburger and fries. I begin to wonder what the food is like there, though, so I try to sneak past my supervisor's notice because I want to see what this place is like, and then enter a building where there is a small room with a freezer's bin with boxes of frozen do-it-yourself pizza with boxes of toppings you can put on for extra. Past this room is a cramped and empty room where two guys in white greasy spoon cheft outfits work. One of them looks like Morgan Freeman and asks me how I am today. I said I'm all rgith as I look at the plastic menu above me and tell them that I'll get two slices, but correct myself and say three. I then regret myself for rushing because there was a separate menu for toppings that I didn't see.