This morning I awoke and remembered being some sort of exchange student. There were other students in this room gathering. I see the white “matron” talking to us in her language, which could Norweigan or somewhere in the north. She directed a couple of us to our bedrooms, which were two on the right and maybe two on the left.
I shared a room with a white guy with short, brunette hair. I got pissed because I wanted the bed near the door. There were three bedside tables. One table (to the right of his bed) had a photo frame of people, which could have been my family. He was already on his bed but my bed was against the wall (adjacent to the foot of his bed). At least there were two electrical outlets, which I used to recharge at least my cellphone and another electronic gadget.
I stepped out the hallway and reentered, seeing a closed door to my left. It had those mini, wooden blinds painted in white. I don’t know if there were students in there. The first door to my right was closed. I thought it was our room. But the second door to my right was open and dimly lit.
Then I woke up.
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