I was climbing up a thick pole that was on the side of a building. There were ropes of various length hanging from the very top of it. Some were just stapled or nailed along its length. Some looked new, some old. Some were made of nylon, others of natural materials. I had to use different strands as I made my way up.    

The building looked like it used to be a parking structure and it was mostly hidden by dead foliage. It looked abandoned and inconspicuous at the same time. It wasn't in a city.   

When I reached the top some people met me. I knew them, or I used to, in the past. They showed me around, or they showed me something they'd been keeping for me. It was a box, or a small chest or a folder. Inside was something I thought I had lost a long time ago, or something I'd long forgotten, or something I had thrown away, like an old notebook with my drawings or random scribbles or personal notes. I was happy to see it.   

Then a woman with a little girl arrived. I looked down to where they were at the base of the pole. We were pretty high up, probably on the fourth floor and it was sometime in the afternoon.    

They came up using a different set of ropes hooked up to a system of pulleys. It wasn't there before. If it was I didn't see it.   

I talked to them briefly and then I had to go.   

And then I was in a classroom. It was somewhat dark. We were back in high school. It was our senior year. But the teacher was wrong and there were fewer students. I recognized four of them.    
                            
I was missing a card, without which I wouldn't be able to graduate.   

My bestfriend - was there, and we kissed, and we were in the abandoned building again, and then back in the classroom. Or we never left the classroom.