This is my first dream log. I usually forget my dreams too quickly to ever remember more than fragments, but this one which I had while falling asleep on my bed in the middle of the day was somehow special. I can't remember ever having felt so sad after a dream. Also, it's fairly well held together as a story, almost logical, which seems unusual to me.

I arrive at school, which is my regular university only the buildings are much older and seem more complex. On the lawn in front of my department there is some kind of exhibition involving old computers, I remember thinking about how committed those behind it must be because of all the work involved if it should start raining.

But I haven't got time to stick aroud with these old machines although I'd like to, I have a class. So I enter the building and take the stairs to the first floor. I'm on some kind of landing and I'm supposed to be the other side; i have to walk around. The way seems to be obstructed by a lot of people standing around, having coffe, talking. They appear to belong to the staff, althoug I don't recognse any of them from a distance.

I notice a person beside me. It's a man, perhaps forty, with reddish hair and a small moustache. He seems to be pushing a baby wagon, but I can't see if there's a baby in it. He's complaining to me that "they" haven't invited him over, indicating the crowd. He seems slightly bitter, but I feel sorry for him, so I talk to him and try to encourage him a little. But I have to keep moving.

I figure I'm going to try and force myself through the crowd, but while I was speaking to the guy somebody has folded out some kind of wall in front of them, blocking my way completely. I try to find out if there is any way of opening it, but as I'm fiddling around with it a janitor with a bucket appears, telling me that it can't be removed from this side, and that I'll have to use the stairs to get to the other side.

I'm in a hurry now, so I start walking quickly to the staircase. Just as I'm about to reach it, a girl in a parka or something rushes in front of me up the stairs. After a few steps she turns her head and smiles at me. I recognise her, it's someone I know slightly, L. I run after her; it's a game!

She keeps the distance though. The stairs are pretty high, and just before the head I misstep and almost fall. I stop to get my breath for a moment, and then I climb the rest. There I find L sitting on the floor in a corner, one or two strangers standing around her looking worried. They tell me she just collapsed there.

I kneel beside her and she grabs my hand with hers, which is very small but has a big red mitten on it. She looks at me and says that she's "had a lot to drink". I'm puzzled at first, is she drunk? But soon I realise that she's in a lot of pain. I remove her mitten and hold her hand for a while. Then she dies.

I'm leaving, ignoring my class, taking the back way out. Now it's cloudy outside and I have to climb some low walls to get to my bike. As I'm approaching it, the rain begins.