It’s dark. I hear some jazz Music at the other side of the street. I’m walking through the school. Normally I wouldn’t in the weekends, but for some reason I came here tonight. While I’m walking, I notice that the favorite painting of the principal hangs upside-down. She really loves that painting. She is always talking about the history behind it. Pretty boring actually. I am not really able to remember who the painter was, but the painting is cool. I hang it the way it should be and pass by. When I see the stairs, I feel strange. They look wet in some weird kind of way. I try to walk down the stairs, but suddenly I lose grip of the guardrail. I fall. I start to scream really loudly and… I fall right out the sky, back in my bed. It was just a dream. It’s 2 a.m. in the morning. It’s dark.