I have entered a residence, it seems, but such an ornate one! The space is incredible, with huge, idiosyncratic chambers whose layout hints at some larger plan. Some chambers are tiered, with one half raised several inches above the other -- usually the outer edge, the one with the windows. Through the windows I catch glimpses of lawns and patios, and pools of water. As is becoming common in my dreams, many of the rooms are paneled with heavy, dark wood, sometimes with metal finishing.
No one is around, and I am increasingly nervous about being caught trespassing. Yet the space is enchanting! All too soon my fears are confirmed as through a window I see a car pulling up to the building. Somehow the plainness of the vehicle, augmented by 'dream intuition', tells me that this is not the occupant of the building, but rather an undercover security agent sent to kill me and hide the evidence. I will not have a chance to negotiate or reason: this is a professional in the service of powerful interests, who have little time to waste on me.
Luckily, forewarned by this intuition, I make my way out without being apprehended.
Several of these challenges are almost gymnastic in nature, requiring
climbing, swinging, or sliding. At some points I am very high off the
ground, other times I am walking or crawling through passageways. I am
very close to the final goal (for some reason envisioned as a square
blue portal), but need to figure out how to get to the top of a large
structure. It is a sunny day and I am entirely engrossed in this massive