I finally got into the Building at the main SMC Campus, and snap a picture. Cause all dreams are our minds reflections on things we witness. But...the asshole at the College renovated the building. So I don't know if the door look like the drawing beforehand. I must have been in that building before during one of the High School tours at SMC.
WHERE DO WE COME FROM
WHAT ARE WE
WHERE ARE WEGOING
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
WHERE DO WE COME FROM
WHAT ARE WE
WHERE ARE WEGOING
