Back at high school and I was walking in the wind

Date: 9/2/2019

I was back at high school and my mom dropped me off in front of the school gate so she could park in the church parking lot beside it. We had an activity of some sort at the grounds in front of the mini stage through out the day. On our way to the staircase, Zet remembered that there was an elevator so we went there. We and two teachers entered the elevator. The buttons looked different but Zet pressed on the 5th one since our classroom was on the 5th floor. When we got out, we realized that we were at the 3rd floor. We thought that our destination was just 2 floors away so we decided to take the stairs. I was back at the grounds again and I was on my way to the building on the otherside on hopes of making my exit there since it was nearer to where my mom parked. There were strong winds that time as Mikaela and I made our way. Lucky for her, her ride was just parked beside the canteen so she didn't struggle much. When the winds subsided, I still walked slowly as if there were strong bursts of winds against me. I struggled as I walked and I must have looked ridiculous. Probably 2 minutes later, I finally reached the building. On my way to the gate, I noticed that the "airconditioned" canteen looked different. It looked like it was a food park and mostly had orange lighting. When I reached the gate, it looked grimey and there were no guards. There were teenagers who were probably waiting for their turn to go out. I had doubts of going out through there first and feared that the teens would spite at me, but I remembered my struggle just to get there so I got my grip together. I waited for the boy in a blue shirt to go out first before joining the groups of girls to walk out. The barricade opening was small so the group had to be in order. Finally I got out and I didn't even notice that my mom was waiting at the barricades. To my left side, I saw our parish church with its white brick walls; green plants and vines were growing on it and are slowly making their way up. In between the gate that I came from and the church, I also noticed that there was a parking entrance like path to the basment that looked dark and abandoned. There were dead plants in the entrance and I could see broken desks and chairs through the broken windows of what seemed to be an old office. I remembered that dark basement from an old dream but I don't remember what happened in that dream. Fin.