I remember having waited, resting against a small stone wall laid on some asphalt. The stone wall was forming an angle against a building, as if it was acting as a barrier for some outdoor staircase, but there was no staircase, only some grass. On the wall of the gray building, darkened by the rain and pollution, there was no door either. Right next to me, close to the ground, there was just one very small window for a basement. There are bars, poles, forming some kind of pattern.

The building is surrounded by grass, then by a road, then by trees that have lost most of their leaves as if winter was beginning, and finally a river. I do not know what I was waiting for.

I climbed on top of another stone wall, this time made of poorly cut stone bricks. Two female friends were waiting for me on the other side. One of them said I should wash my hands ; I put both hands through some holes in the wall and they each grabbed one to lick it clean.

I woke up, fell asleep, and then became a developer with an american-sounding name. I decided, in some kind of rebellious act, to add old-school splash screens to the app I was working on. I was fearing some retaliation from my boss though. Right as I thought this, my boss calls me. I woke up again, and realize I was receiving an actual phone call.