One more weird dream for me last night: I was in the town where I grew up, but had one of my current bicycles with me. I cycled towards the high rise building (it's not a skyscraper, it's just 14 floors ) I used to live when someone shouted at me if I knew where the house with the number 11 was. I didn't know, but what I did know was that the numbers in that street weren't assigned according to the normal pattern (even numbers on one side of the street, odd numbers on the other), instead they went like a horseshoe around the end of the street. Helpful me took out my phone to look up the address in some maps app which pointed us towards an opening between two of the high rise buildings. To get to number 11 we had to climb up a steep hill so we did, afterwards we entered the building via a window. Apparently we disturbed something because everybody in the room was mad at us. Then the guy went to another room which was his old class room apparently, and even though he finished school 40 years ago according to him the room looked exactly the same as he saw it the last time 40 years ago.