It's hard to know what really the context was. I was attenting to a class. There were three black teachers that, instead of providing some teaching, were doing the same choereography over and over again. They would start some 80s new wave reggae song on their stereo, like UB40's Red Red wine, and do their thing, endlessly. That's the only thing I remember from their teaching, maybe they've done more conventionnal teaching, but I cannot remember. I know I had something going with a chineese girl that I think was pretty much looking like chineese star diver Guo Jingjing, very beautiful. But I cannot remeber having talk to her or having do anything to her. She was there, not in the class, but she was around, and we both knew that we must have love each other and that there was maybe just one step left to take for both us. I remember that during that class I found an orange half over my desk, and writtings around it. That was a gift she left me. After the class was over, lots of people were regrouping outside, like if they were just hanging around before going home after class. She was there, but I cannot see her face. I went away with some friend of mine, and we climbed a small hill, don't know why. From the top of the hill we could see the kids hanging in small groups. She was there with some friends. I asked my friend if I should go to her home in the evening without warning her. I tought that calling her on the phone would be a waste. He told me I shouldn't. I was really mixed up, I didn't knew what to do. I didn't even knew if I had her phone number, altought I remember thinking that it I remembered maybe it was written over the desk around the orange half. I wasn't even quite sure she loved me or where she lived anymore, or if I had picked the right girl, because there were other chineese girls with her, and maybe it was an other one of them... As I was all mixed up and looking at her from the top of the hill, I saw a number beside her, kind of like in a video game where you can see your character health or power on a 100 points scale. That number was representating her love for me. I remember that it was going from very high to very low, and vice versa, very quickly. I remember thinking that it was a crucial moment in our relationship, and I was so desperate and willing to act I ran down the hill to her. I woke up in my way down.