Some months ago I started to have a dream that kept coming back for the course of the next months.
In my first dream, I arrived at at this great school, it looked old and full of art. There were many people there, young people like me, trying to find a place. I came at this school with my grandma ( she died in real life ). This looked more like a university.
Then I had another dream, in this dream, I was with my grandma preparing the contracts between me and this school. I could see the papers.
Last night I had my first lesson, I was once again in this school. All my class-mates looked quite familar, one was not really happy with me there but the girls were so warm and ready to help me with anything. I felt that I am too young for that place, they were young too but I felt that they were adults. They had much more knowledge than me, I really felt like an innocent child that could not understand much of what was happening. I think because of this, those girls came to help me, they saw that I am so shy and very childlike.
I saw the teacher, a man with white hair, not very old, but I think this school environment was created for me to make me feel safe, I believe the real thing is about the fact that I started learning!!
It looked like this, just to have an idea of the inside, there were so many people, people from all over the world.
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