I'd been hired to teach Algebra at an adult school in London, which is odd because I am not very good at math.
Kevin Nealon from Saturday Night Live came into the classroom and I stopped the class to introduce him and chat. He brought sticky donuts. Somehow the donuts got all over my face and glasses, and I said I'd be right back so I could go wash.
There were no washrooms in this school, so I crossed the very busy street looking for water. On the opposite corner was a residential neighborhood. Coming out of the brick fence of the corner house was a spout with water coming out. I saw the owner on the other side of the fence and I asked if the water was clean. He said "Yes... why?" and I said I wanted to wash my face. He said "Oh no, come around the fence and use the hose, that's draining from the garden". I came around, washed my face off, thanked the neighbors, and tried to walk back to the school.
I got lost. There was a huge multi-story mall that looked slightly Japanese. The sun had gone down. People were out for a night on the town. I saw several women dressed up walking or hailing cabs to nightclubs.
There was an underpass. It ended up looking like a long subway tunnel. The walls were white with rounded edges, like dull porcelain. I walked for about 1/4 block and realized the passage was getting smaller. The further I walked, the closer the walls got. I reached the end, and there were two portals, up or down. I tried up. That didn't work too well, as it continued to get smaller as I went up, so I couldn't fit through any of the upper portals. I tried down. Now this was strange. It was like a washroom, but all fake. Shapes like a sink, toilet, etc, but not functional. And all made of this white porcelain-like material.
I came back out and looked around. A woman was there wondering where to go just like me, I told her don't bother with the portals as they went nowhere. Then we saw a door behind the portals that had been previously obscured. It was a sliding door, like you'd see in department stores, that automatically opened. I noticed a sign. It said the white coverings were an exhibition done by Virgin and that the walls would be back to their normal, red selves next month.
I walked out and talked to two valet parking attendants at the mall. They pointed towards the school... not far at all.
As I was walking, David Bowie came out of a shop and started walking next to me. We exchanged hellos and David said there was something poking his back. I said yeah I feel that too, and then a woman came by and slipped her hand into his pocket and extracted a ticket. I then realized she was not a pickpocket but instead was his assistant, and I had one too, and she came up and did the same thing. We agreed the assistants were annoying. I said goodbye and continued on.
As I was approaching the school, the phone rang and I woke up.
