So, so, so. I just had one of the coolest, laidback dreams that allowed for some major exploration.
Starts out with me going to this place, see? It's pretty much a building in the middle of nowhere, great view even if I never noticed it. The person in charge is a woman, tall, imposing really. The place has a bunch of other teens, mostly outside but they were inside as well. There was magic, but that didn't even merit a mention until 3/4 of the way through the dream, and even then, it was barely the point.
So, there's this long stretch of hallway as I step in, left right, and off to the right a little is a door. Double doors. I'm being told to go to the right, pick up my uniform (which juse seemed to be a knee-length black skirt, my shirt would be kept, no jeans apparently) although I did see girls with floor-length skirts. I never got one. The main point is that after being led around a small portion of the place, I was left alone.
So I end up at the double doors, and open them, and take a step forward. There's a spartan styled room, double doors at the right, and others to the far left. In the upper-right half of the room if a plain bed, with a girl in it. She sits up, and her eyes are...not
glowing, really, but bright, especially in the darkness of the room. She kind of stares at me, and I get the feeling I'm not supposed to be in here, so I leave, even if she isn't threatening.
I wander around on the main floor (there isn't really a second so much as some steps that go up but still connect to this floor. I guess you could say it's a raised portion of that floor). I go around, run into people here or there, the lady in charge who directs me to somewhere else or at least away from where I was.
I make it to the downstairs level, but it's more like the backrooms of the downstairs. It's much nicer than the spartan-styled, white-walled areas upstairs. I'm with someone else at times, but I don't remember them. No one I know. Imagine they're the pseudo-useless sidekick who doesn't do much.
I'm missing a few bits of story where I do stuff, but basically do nothing 'plot-wise' if it can be called that. Once I'm down downstairs, in the hidden portion, I spend maybe a half an hour exploring.
Seriously, this was a long dream, and that exploring is pretty much to blame. The downstairs is gorgeous, lovely expressive wooden work on the chairs, the fireplace, the wherever you can get it. It looks pretty much made for royalty, antique-furniture, but it had a lived-in, warm feel to it as opposed to the usual 'don't touch ever' feel. Some of the rooms get a glow around the doors, and they either lead you to another part of the downstairs that the doors don't actually connect to (magical transportation, I guess) or to another place entirely. I made it to a desert-like place, but that was more because of a trick than the doors. It was implied they could take me to different places, at least.
So I'm not supposed to be down there. Pretty sure I met a guy down there at this time who was a ghost, or a random guy floating around down there and he teached me the basic point of magic. Not, like, call the winds/blow things up/magic can do anything magic. This magic is more made to affect you rather than your surroundings. I can barely remember what the spells - it somehow feels more accurate to call them tricks - did. I certainly can't recall what he told me. I think one of them was 'I'm right here wait no I'm suddenly, instantly across the room' and the like. (Actually, it feels very wrong and inaccurate to call it magic at all, but that's the best word I can come up with now).
Eventually I make me way upstairs again, where I go back to the girl's room. I completely go in this time, shut the doors, and go over to her. I take my shoes off, sort of talking to her, and start to climb into the bed, and she acts like she's been waiting for me to hurry up and meet her.
Side note: the climbing into the bed thing was entirely platonic. I think she was, in the dream-world that was slap-dashedly set up, supposed to be dream-me. Or another part of dream-me. She did not, in any way, look like me or act like me.
The doors to the right are opening, which means the lady in charge is coming in, which means I am leaving
now. Dragon Lady, as I shall call her, isn't going to bother the other girl - she's coming after me.
So a chase scene ensues, and it's more a 'I run and then hide and she searches for me in different areas' until we reach the downstairs. I'm relieved because hey, the doors can send me to different parts of where ever and I can escape the Dragon Lady, who is looking more stark black and white and not all that human.
And then I wake up.