Immediately after regaining conciousness, I opened my eyes to confirm my situation. I was apparently inside of a room laying on a bed, with little more to say. For some strange reason, I was wearing some awkward pyjama-like clothes, but I don't prefer such attire for nightwear, at least not when I grew up from them. In any case, I felt a little embarrassed to have an appearance of a child, but there was soon something I realised, that was both calming and worrying. In the room there was a section with soft plushies and toys, though even if tried I would have difficultly in recognizing if those were actually my possessions. There was also a cabinet with a mirror on top of it. I decided to look and check if I could see my reflection, but it was too high for me. Therefore I hoped back on the bed to gain height, only to see my previous young self. It looked like my shape was back in the early school days, and although it was cute, it was also strange that I shrunken. This image change was something that could happen only in dream, at least not considering that this is some kind of distant future technology. In any case, I was excited like a child for some reason, since it was a cosy nostalgic feeling that you don't often encounter from day to day. I instantly decided that I would search for cute clothes to try on, but I was unlucky unfortunately. The only suitable pair I found was a school uniform along with knee-high socks there were still adorable but also remained me of how constipating it was to wear them, at least when I had classes that lasted for an entire day. The skirt was always too short or high when I was growing up, I remembered. But now I was in a stage before puberty, so I guess any skirt would be long for me. This one I just put on was over my knees so I could not complain. But in any case it seemed that I lost my time sense playing with the clothes and that I was getting late to leave for school. I hasty buttoned up everything, grabbed my backpack and the sailor hat which was a regulation, and took for the outside. As soon it opened I realised I forgot my shoes and my books, so I rushed back again to picked them up. I was sure this time I had everything, I hoped as I was leaving my room behind.

I found myself on a road between neighbourhoods, there was not a single soul on it but there was something strange about it. There was no colours, only contours, outlines of what happened to be shapes of fences, night lamps or trash bins. Perhaps this was inside of a movie or a comic, but I was getting late for school and did not really have the time to tell why or how it turned that way. I started running ahead, like most students would do in this situation. It was a long time since I was feeling the air like this. Although it was safer to say that I did not feel actual wind, just it reminded me of a time when I used to jog for recreation. In any case, I was wondering if I would be on schedule for the bus, as I recalled I also forgot to bring a phone with me. That was too late, I couldn't do anything about it, so I just ran faster hoping for the best. In the end of the rush, I was a little exhausted, but I guess I was on time, the bus was just arriving at the stop. I quickly, and without thinking, hopped onto it before it left, but in all this gasping for air I forgot to check if I had the ticket for it. The first idea was to look inside my knapsack's other pockets. Fortunately, the transit card I used was still there, but soon I realised I don't even need it. It was not because of some kind of discount for minors, but despite what supposed to be the inside of a bus, was a room with multiple doors for me to choose. Perhaps one of those paths would be the entrance to the school, I thought, but it did seem a little strange that it turned out like this. Because I couldn't turn my back, I had to pick one in case I wanted to go further. The door on the right looked inviting, although they all were the same, for some reason that one was for me. Without worry and in aspiration for a new adventure I grabbed the handle and entered.

What was waiting for me inside was of course school, but empty. It would turn for a worse if it turn out that I was actually late for school, even being on time for the bus, so I had quickly change my shoes. Strangely, only my shelf was occupied, as if the institution was deserted. That was not normal, I thought, but decided to change anyway. I wanted to see if I could find out what happened if I explore the inside, while curiously stepping on the floor. Curiously, because I was already late from the looks of it, there was no need to hurry to the class. But then again I did not know where it was held at anyway, so I decided to check every door. All of them were locked, even those to the teacher room, cafeteria, nurse room. Although I did not know why would I go in there. There were some memories of how I used to talk to the lady working there. Apparently I was a frequent visitor there, as I was getting bruises from running and tripping. This place was both something that I would not like to return but was a pleasant memory in the end. There was also a drink dispenser, that I remember losing money to. Seriously they ought to repair or to remove this thing as it was a hazard to the students funds. Although I did not think that wide when I was a child, I was simply infuriated it stole my coins. Then the adults said that I shouldn't be that mad because of some stupid machine ripping me off, but it only made me more angry. Honestly, looking about at what I have done it was really awkward for an adult to do that now. But after this refection I was done with checking the doors, which all were locked, on this floor at least. The next level is going to be closed too, I thought, and I was of course right. Will the last one be the one with the prize, I was hoping, because it would have been a waste just to go to school on an empty day. And I was right, there was a door I could go in finally, a little underwhelming it's only that one. However I recalled some significance in the number. It was my old class, yea I remember now. It was the last year that I recall the most from, when I keep asking everyone where would they go after graduating and being afraid I would be left without friends at the new school. In any case, I decided to peak in, just in case if anything funny was inside.

I entered my old classroom, the only one I could go in anyway. Not to my surprise there was no one there, but still this place was a school and I was a student. I couldn't just ditch class for no reason, so I decided at least to explore further to see if there is something fun to play with. The first thing I noticed was the particularly ordered chairs and desks in a way that I instantly recognize what did they mean. I remember this game, where you arrange them in a certain pattern and next you would have to pass under them crouching without moving them or losing balance. It was really hard for the taller boys, but for me it was just fine, and at least we had fun after cleaning the classroom. Seriously, the teachers were angry that we were not doing out job but we were already done. But yea, I think because of those memories I decided to take my chances and lowered down to enter the maze. First I pardoned my knapsack and examined which way would be the easiest. The pattern was rather gentle at start but soon it started to get more chaotic, so I just decided to try my best luck and went with my hunch. There was no chairs up front so it started okay, but soon there was one after the other like they were stacked on top of each other. Additionally I could not just move to the outside, I had to squeeze right through all of the obstacles without pushing them. I could not use my hands with the ground so instead I stretched them for balance. I had to position myself on the side and by shoving the foot to the other, slowly I jammed through the first set of them. However there was the second one and this time it was more dense. Still, there was only one thing I could do, try to repeat the previous endeavour. I lowered my head and braced for the worst. Just about when I thought I was going to trip with my shaking legs, I was done. I passed the challenge, without fail, and that filled me with joy. However, just as I released my victory cry, on the last table, I noticed something falling off. As I stood stupefied, I seemed to touch the last obstacle just by a tip of the hat. Quite literally, because the sailor bonnet that was issued from the school uniform fallen off my head. I was hiding my face both because I couldn't believe that I made such an embarrassing mistake causing me to fail the challenge, but also since I completely forgot I was wearing one indoors. As I picked it up from the ground my face was looking red and almost I could hear how the other kids were laughing. I got really angry because of my stupidity, but decided to dampen it with a smile of my own. I was not big into a crowd of people surrounding me, so I avoided unnecessary attention, which somehow I was always getting. In any case, I was pondering where would the sound came from since I already checked that no one was here. For some reason what caught my attention was the blackboard, which was clean. I decided that I would write something with the chalk nearby. But what exactly I wanted to do, I was thinking when I doodled something resembling a animal, at least it looked that way for me. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't really remember when was the last time I drew something, that it actually made me contemplate what have I created. Was this a snake eating an elephant or a hat, I could not tell just by looking. In any case it was funny looking so I laughed to myself in a childish cackle.

I was glad that I could enjoy my childhood again, even if only from inside of the dream, while outside the evening fallen. It was getting late, as in I should be going home. However, there was something I had in my mind, the feeling I forgot about something. Actually, now that I took too much time having fun I completely forgot to check out my desk or my closet. There could be some clues there I thought so it would not hurt to check. However I spoke to soon because as soon I inserted my hand in the desk pocket something stung me into my finger. I had no idea but inside were a pair of callipers that I remember playing with. Of course those were for school but they also had many other uses. It is something I should definitely bring along with me, I thought, and opened the backpack. But there was something already inside, it was a strange globe. I remember clearly as it was a present from someone, but I seemed to forgot who. In any case I simply had to grab the item from my desk and put it inside, there was still plenty of space inside. It did not become lighter, however I also reminded myself that it is missing books I put just this morning. They would not matter anyway, since there was no class. Therefore I was happy to gain a new item to my collection, but what is inside the closet, I was transmitting like a person of on television show. Of course the answer was obvious since there was one only thing I could find, I thought. I was right, it was my gym clothes. Perhaps it is a little strange that those type of items are later acquired by adults for much different reasons that kids wear them. Since I was a child, as in looked like one, my awkward desire to perhaps try one on could have been fulfilled. Well this was the best time I could, will ever have in this dream, I thought as I simply went for it just not to miss the opportunity. Only because of my tiny body, the bloomers fitted well, as in they did not fall off. It felt a little strange after all, because as an adult I seldom wear something that would reveal my legs all the way up to the waist. But then again, it was just for this one time, and no one was watching. But I was wrong, as I heard a bell and something heading this way. Suddenly, before I could even think about changing back, someone I recognized as a friend rushed through the door and waved at me to hurry. Then I could hear my classmate's voice, something about being late and everyone was waiting. I quickly dropped the skirt I was hiding behind and bolted out of the room. Perhaps because I was such in hurry, I also instantly forgot about the embarrassment. However, the entry of my friend reminded me of what day was today, and that I was needed somewhere else.

Running down the stairs I discovered something happening on the school's field. There were people gathered there and it seemed something fun was about to happen. Since I already had the occasional clothes on, it was simply a matter of me going there and doing my best. It actually made me recall of that one day during the school festival, where something happened. As far as I can remember, it there was an unfortunate accident of one participants and even if the fault was unclear I was blamed. I could not hide my anger and started shouting back, eventually going into a fight with the other girl. The aftermath was that we both were banned from competing again. It was actually funny, because we would still continue the scuffle anyway, despite the teacher's decision. In the end I think I won as she gave up, but really doing similar as an adult is unthinkable, at least I thought that. The distance you get to life is amazing, now that I consider it. You act completely different when you grow up and forget about all the rules of how school worked. Even if it is not the same fun, I still enjoy simple pleasures, I guess. Suddenly in the absence of my mind, I was no longer running but was about to. I was standing on a starting line with my hands tied behind my back. The reason for was to prevent the participant from helping herself with them. Of course it was a very primitive way of doing it but also increased the challenge as balancing with hands that was also an important part of a sprint. But here I was with other contestants and a crowd looking at me. It seemed that I was picked from the schools athletes to represent the school honour. I could not simply finish, I had to be first for the sake of it. And with simple get set go, we bolted forward. Even if someone was about to get a lead it was not a matter of speed but technique and endurance, as an example of the difficulty was soon to be showed to everyone. The first hurdle was a road made out of rubber tires that you could only step in not on. It required amazing coordination to travel through fast, as sampled by one of the girls who wanted to go too quick and fallen flat. It is really important to take it slow I think, since getting up always loses more time. As I carefully overcame the first trail, now I had to jump high and catch a piece of a wet object, hopefully not fresh from cleaning the board. I do not know what is the charm of this experience but I could not lose time thinking. I positioned myself under, it was exactly on top of my head. Because that would only cause my hair to get wet, I repositioned myself that my teeth and the goal was in a straight line, while keeping my head horizontally. Now for the jumping part, you have to give yourself a little space between the legs and crouch about half way. Then you move a little up and down to spring yourself into the motion and finally jump. I did not get it with my first try, so I had to hop again. It is still okay, I thought as I prevented myself from looking at the others. Sometime later I finally got it and immediately the taste came in and out as I expectorated the thing. It was not necessary to carry it around, as clearly no one else was doing it. In any case, the last ordeal was to crawl under a bunch of ropes. This one was rather straight forward as you only could use your legs to push yourself. It would have been a lot easier if you could use hands, but I do not think it can be helped. At any rate, after being done with that, it was a good time to concentrate on sprinting to the end. This was the last contest here, who was the fastest. Since I was a little interested in how others were doing I quickly turned my head side to side, but something was amiss.

I was running alone now, the crowd that was cheering for me was gone. The other girls who I was racing were nowhere to be found. Was I missing something, because it is not fun to be competing only against yourself. In any case my hands were still tied, so I had to undo the knot. Actually, I think I forgot about that this was supposed to be a relay race, but it did not matter now. The important thing was what I was to do next, because this whole affair with trying your best for nothing was quite tiring and lame. I started kicking the ground like a child who could not accept defeat. That was not really like me but somehow I would not stop. And after releasing the heat, I decided to go back home. I returned to the classroom for my bag and school uniform, which I simply dressed over my gym clothes. What happened later was that I left school and found myself on a road crossing. The light was red, showing a kid in a backpack standing. Since I was a child myself, at least pretending to be inside a dream, I accepted that term. I would have done it even as an adult of course, but there was something about this stop light that made me irritated. It simply could not change, I felt, no matter how many minutes I would wait. So instead I looked around for a close button that would switch the signalization for me. There was a pylon nearby but someone else already pressed it. Actually that person was someone I knew, just a little younger. I waved at her direction trying to get her attention by saying hello. But she was more interested into staring at the switch than having manners. I did not have the patience to wait, so instead I simply walked and pressed the button for myself. However, even with trying again a few times, nothing happened. I asked her if she knew what was wrong but she made little sense in her reply. Something about not being able to move on, to continue no matter how many times she tried. That would mean that the lighting was broken, I thought, and proposed that we could just pass on the red light since no one would see us. The other girl was happy to hear that she would be able to move from this location, but there was one other condition of her. My friend wanted to hold hands, probably because this way was how children use to do it with their parents. Would we be playing house, I was jesting, as I grabbed her. She smiled at me, so I returned with a smirk. And then she said that she is looking forward to it, even though I was not serious. Perhaps it was something fun to do together, but let's just focus on actually reaching home first. I was not fond of passing through the red lights in reality, but since in this dream there were no cars, I thought it was okay. So we both took a step and suddenly the light was green along with a familiar music inviting us both to pass. As we where half-way through I noticed that the other side was no longer a pavement, but a corridor with door at the end. It was our destination, I thought, as I could not get used to how dreams operate. Forgetting about whole holding hands with my friend, I reached for the handle and turned it. Inside was something I could not believe that I'm seeing. It was the reality of where I was right now, although that was or supposed to be a dream as well. In my confusion I forgot about something, and I'm blaming myself for that. It was the other girl with me, she was now behind me with her hands on my back. I don't know what did happened next, but most probably I was forced inside of the hospital room as I woke up.

My thoughts were racing towards the conciousness of my brain, all being in one big traffic jam. For the time being, and without confirming anything yet, the simplest solution would be to believe that dreams exists within a dream, and that a person can seemingly wake up inside one. This is what was written in the dairy.