By black feather
I was at school as my teacher wanted me and and a girl to follow him and as we were walking I realized that I was dreaming. As we reached a door and the teacher was trying to find the keys and open the door, I was looking at a glass door when I for the first time in my life tried to influence my dream. I tried to imagine someone coming out of that door hoping that this will actually happen, but I was too excited. And then I woke up. No one came through that door.