The School — endless hallways and a schedule you have forgotten

Not every shared dream space is the mall. The other one I hear about most — and dream myself — is the School: corridors of lockers repeating past the point of sense, a class schedule you cannot find, an exam today for a course you never once attended.

It has the same signature as the mall. A building meant for passing through, rendered slightly wrong, bigger inside than it has any right to be.

Two questions for this thread. First: do you dream the School, and what does yours look like? Second, and this is the one I really want: has anyone ever found a door between them — a school hallway that opened into the mall, or a mall corridor that ended at a row of lockers? If enough reports land here, the School gets its own section on the atlas.