January 28th, 2006

I am going to school in a castle made of large stone blocks. As I walk the halls I realize I have been here before. I need to get from the seventh floor, which I am currently on, to a lower floor. I explore as I descend. I encounter the stairs. The stairwell is filled with hot steam-pipes and jagged wire fences. It has a labyrinthian feel. I crawl through the pipes and fences to descend the stairs.
...I realize I am not Jason, but the youngest kid from the Narnia books. Edmund...
I hear voices coming.
"Oh no," I think. "It's the bullies. I need to get out of here."