Kamus

So, this one is a really lengthy dream, although I recall very little of the actual length. It is a recurring dream, since I dreamed of the beginning of the story yesterday, and it continued today. And the finale is probably from another dream, or they were altogether a massive giant dream, who knows.

I first remember being in a mall with my friends, we were chatting and laughing, at what I did not know what. The next thing I can remember is some sort of lady, dressed in a business-like way, appearing out of nowhere, and the mall starts to turn into a school. One frickin' huge school.
Something happens, class begins, and me and all my friends are now being taught by a very ill-mannered teacher, hm.
This goes on for days, and I don't remember much of the classes we were taking, I think I just chatted with my friends the whole time. That may or may not be true.
One day, going to school, I get lost. This is the time I realize how huge the building was, as I was running for more than 10 minutes around, trying to find my way back to the classroom. As I opened one door, I stepped inside what appeared to be a train station, much like London's train station. Plus, there was a bus moving in the middle of the crowd.

Again, everything gets fuzzy in my memory, and that's when I think I moved to another dream. Or maybe I took another direction in the one I was in.
I was running down some sort of park, full of trees, trying to find something, at the time I was not sure. After much exploring ( The park, I remember now, was a darker version of my town's central park. Much darker, indeed.)
And when I reached the end of the park, I saw what I was looking for. A Small crypt in the left side of the park. Pleased that I'd finally found it, I start to walk in it's direction, the only thought inside my head being "But I've looked here before, how can it be here now?". Reaching the crypt, I see a flair of steps leading downwards, to the very core of the crypt. Next to me, some sort of priest was waiting, his skin was so pale that he looked like a corpse. His face was not well-cared either. He moves his arm towards the steps, as if to tell me to go down there. And that's what I do. Reaching the end of the stairs, what greets me is not some macabre skeleton show like I was hoping it would be, but, guess what, another classroom. With stone chairs. Don't try to make sense out of it, I didn't. The priest walks to the very end of the room, and starts lecturing us in the ways of Lucid Dreaming. Or that's what he said he'd do, but instead he starts to ask random questions, the last one being about mathematics.
That's all I remember, but I'm sure that it lasted through hours, days. Maybe weeks, even.