So I was dreaming, something I hadn't done in half a year--sorely missed that.

Was running in a carpark, massive cavernous structure made of concrete, light and air. Pale green sections alternating with white washed walls, sort of weathered, you can even smell the mild afternoon sun heating up the exposed surfaces. There weren't any cars nor carpark lines, but I got the sense it was a carpark ok.

That wasn't the whole of it, no, what kind of crap dream would that be?

My classes were on the 6th floor, and there were no elevators. The stairs were angled in such a way that required ascending 12 flights of them in every direction possible before the glass doors swam into sight.

I was old, and young; timeless. I could do things in sequence, or sit very still. Time was putty. I had control, I was eternal. Oh yes I was taking french lessons.

Haha. We were supposed to go in and audition for our french before we could attend class so we, about 20 of us (r/l friends and strangers) formed a line outside the glass doors to take our turns. My secondary school principal happened to be the teacher/audition person. Ms kon *** ***. And the funny thing is, the class was full up after three people. We have all we need, they said to the rest of us.

Ok. Bye everyone.

Saw an equestrian event happening.... in what looks like a quarry. Rising up in solid waves were beautiful formations from plate tectonics bounding the edges of the arena. Colorful strata of shale, marble, limestone and pinkish quartz all along the rockface morphing imperceptibly--was there a heatwave then? I think I walked closer, my shoes (sandals?) crunching in the parched and loose dirt. Close enough to smell more sun scorched rock and desert wind. One horse and rider team kept jumping over this small safety barrier thing towards me. And they were disqualified from their competition. Feels like Tatooine. But less technologically advanced, like in the 80s.