I fell asleep. Everything was pitch black. I couldn't hear or see anything. And suddenly, there I was - standing in the middle of an empty hallway inside something that appeared to be a school in ruins. The walls were heavily damaged and the windows were all broken. All the class doors were open, but somehow everything inside the classroms was left intact. Not just intact - all the chairs, desks and books in the bookshelves were in perfect shape. The desks and chairs were polished and clean, all the lamps were lit and there wasn't a single inch of dust on the books.
But that wasn't all that was so bizarre about that school. Perhaps the most amusing thing was the fact that it was winter, yet despite the broken windows, the heavily walls and the feeling that no one had used any heating in that building since 1967 or so, the school was still really, really warm. And not just the air inside, no - the walls were almost too damn hot to even touch and my feet were already sweating from the heat of the floor.
When I went downstairs, I saw something even weirder than what I had already experienced. At least a dozen naked old professors were sitting on white lions, aiming their bows at me. And as I opened my mouth, they all shot their arrows towards my bewildered face.
And then I woke up. It had been the most surprising thing that had ever happened to me, and probably ever will.
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