Almost every night, I come up with a dream without sense. One that I recall almost perfectly.
I was at my high school, and the day was over, so I went back home, except I didn't took the bus, but I took another road. I went outside, and there was a bunch of people running. Curiously, I joined them to figure out why they were so excited. When I turned the corner, I noticed I wasn't at the same place (pretty much like Transfer Player command in RPG Maker, but much smoother). I was at my first school. So I follow the brick wall until I reach the entrence of the building. I entered (why was I even going there in the first place?) but it didn't looked like my school. It was a bureau with wood floors and computers everywhere. Rushed people were passing by. Then, I walked to the squared stairs, just as if I knew where I was going but never been there before, kind-of odd feeling.
On the first floor, the room was vast but empty. I stared at the walls for maybe a minute (that was long) and went up to the second floor, where I found gymnastics instruments and punching bags packed up in the corners of the room, but despite that, the room felt as empty. On the third floor, it was darker, and the walls much taller. When I stepped forward, the screen turned on. But it was nothing like a modern screen, it was grey, and the quality was poor. Then, a voice spoke out. I have no memories of what he was saying, neither what pictures he was showing me, but it was really confusing. After a 2-minutes-long speech, the screen turned black. Next to the stairs that were leading to the fourth stairs, there was a bunch of switches, just like those that turn on/off the lights. Don't ask me why I spent time turning them on and off, but I did. Strangely, the switches had no effect. Finally, I left them, when I felt like this is how they add to be (this one on, this one off, etc.) The fourth floor was pretty much the same as the third floor. When I came up, the same voice was speaking and showing images that left me confused. I sat on a sofa near the screen to relax. I stared at the stairs leading to the next floor, but I guess I was just too tired and closed my eyes.
Phew, I'm not a good story-teller, but if you feel like this is weird, remember I have dreams every night that are THIS strange. I have yet to figure out what my dream was trying to tell me...