Curtain painting

I was in the staircase of our school next to a huge window with all kind of paper decorations attached to it. I was there with several other students, including Irina. She was wearing blue jeans and some dark shaded shirt this time. Our arts teacher was there and we all were signing up for some extra arts course about painting curtains. The lessons were due after school hours, after three o'clock. I was terribly afraid being late from any of the lessons.

When the first lesson was due, I was far away from the classroom door. My teacher shouted something to cheer me up and jump to reach the class.

Later on me and my mother went outside my house, to the snow and I saw the neighbour's car starting and leaving their yard, then speeding off on the road ahead of us, passing our house and leaving the area. They were supposed to take me with them so I could get to the lessons in Kouvola.

Analysis: Painting curtains??

"When the first lesson was due, I was far away from the classroom door. My teacher shouted something to cheer me up and jump to reach the class":


So it's still on, then. There's one weird thing I noticed, though we broke up, I still admire her. Well, that's not weird. But it's weird that like in the "grande finale" dream, I felt ashamed and didn't want her to be in contact with me. ... weird, very weird.