I was in a library at a college – my college I guess. I was climbing stairs. Going up, then coming down, then climbing over some of the furniture, sculpture on the various floors. Once on them, I would realize there were no handrails, and no steps. I turned around, front to back, left to right, etc. to realize that I was out there “without a net”. I was stuck, trapped, and severely disoriented. I manage to take the path of least resistance time and time again to get myself to sturdy ground.
During one of these climbing scenario, my dad was there he had a police dog with him that sort of ran off on his own, but dad called out to him; knowing that he would find his way back on his own because the dog had been trained to do so.
I would get to my classes, either real late or real early. This was my college.
I woke up feeling kind of dizzy too.