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I am in a gorgeous mansion, but I need to find my way out. I walk down hallways, up stairs, around corners and into new and unfamiliar rooms. I walk up an ornate, wooden stair case to the landing above. The walls are a faint mint green, and the wooden floor beneath me is a deep, rich chocolate color. A young boy I do not recognize is standing there. He follows me throughout the house as I grow more and more desperate and puzzled in this seemingly unending maze of doors and staircases. As I walk down one particularly long and narrow staircase, I see a kitchen ahead of me, and I am able to control how it looks. I make it messy and old; The paint on the walls is cracked and peeling, and an old wooden table is piled high with junk. All of a sudden, I become lucid, realizing that something is very odd about all of this. I take a few steps forward then turn around slowly to take in the room. All I see is a blur of color; reds, oranges, yellows and blues. I turn a corner and see another stair case. At the top of this one is a very familiar looking girl. I know I need to get to her, but she is moving very quickly so I decide to fly up the stairs because I am dreaming. I close my eyes and focus all my attention on flying. I shoot up into the air, but begin to sink down towards the floor just before I reach the top of the staircase. The girl has disappeared, and I am falling quickly towards the floor. The harder I try to stop myself the faster I fall.