I stood looking at a huge sprawling (possibly Tudor) mansion covering acres. I found the main entrance, thick oak double doors. It was cold and quiet when I first entered a stone hallway, not at all as big as you would expect. At the end was an arched doorway, which led to a narrow and dark passageway. As I walked slowly along the stone passage, it became gradually but noticeably warmer and brighter. At the end, I came to a huge open plan room with loads of people holding glasses of wine or champagne. The room had a stone floor in keeping with the hall and passageway, a high ceiling and big arched windows, some with stained glass. There was a sunken area with a large rich red rug. The heavy velvet drapes at the windows matched the colour of the carpet.
In a corner near where I had entered the room was a stone staircase. I went up the stairs, along various corridors until I came to what I thought of as my room. There was a period dress laid out on the bed. I went to the bathroom where there was a bath ready for me. I stepped into it and as I lay there I could hear the voices of servants. When I got out, I was helped into my dress by a couple of young peasant girls. Through the open door I could see a lot of activity along the corridor and in the room opposite – all were in period costume. Except this was not a fancy dress party. This was actually in the past.
I fell down some old worn stone steps and the temperature dropped suddenly. I found myself outside, seemingly miles from anywhere. I couldn’t find my way back to the mansion no matter how hard I tried.
[and even when I woke up I tried going back to sleep to find that mansion, it was that awesome and magical]