Living in a house. There were events-things happened. A lush existence unremembered. The Housekeeper takes us into the “back” rooms. We get to them through her bedroom. This is thrilling—I’ve never been in her room before. She has 2 beds in an L shape. One covered in red the other in pink. I sit on one sinking into it and am embarrassed to have crumpled her bedding and surprised that she’d have a waterbed. She’s large and blonde—efficient yet flouncy. Today she’s dressed in blue slacks and a pink sweater with her short hair tied back. She leads us into a shabby hallway. Scraggy green carpet covering concrete. Doors and openings shoot off—often at odd angles. Dark rooms. Several seem to be laundry rooms and I feel guilty because I know some of those loud washers are filled with my dirty clothes. Eventually we emerge on the roof. After all the dank and the dull green this sky and air is marvelous. People have taken up residence on the roof. It’s dazzling. The building must be vast. Families have set up rooms shaped with canvas or tree branches. There is wooden deck furniture. The colors of everything are subdued. Partitions separate families. I see people moving about. We have come hoping to take back things these roof people have commandeered. The housekeeper seems to think our mission will be a failure.
I notice ladders and look up to see the outline of a balcony. There are more people living further up! The guy and I climb one ladder but it leads nowhere. I climb another and pop through a door to see him descending into a hole with rungs on the sides of it. I climb over another such hole then climb over that one too calling to a dark haired girl who had been saying something to him or ushering him down. She seems shocked that I was able to avoid these holes. She leads me into an elaborate place—home to a group of people living in the core of the building. The dream becomes sexual with us kissing and tumbling into various beds and couches—a falling. She shows me some of their treasures—colored stone objects and gives me a particularly odd shaped necklace made of mottled brown stone. My boss storms their house looking for me. Since she can become invisible, I hold her hand becoming invisible too and we pass him without his notice. I fear that the necklace is still visible so I tuck it into her back pocket. Still trying to allude my boss I decide to be sneaky at the entrance to their house, suggesting we go back in rather then go toward my own home. She helps me into the first hole or “trap”. I’m faced with carnival like options to get through the “trap”. My first try I go for what looks like the easy route of quick turns and non involvement with the chaos but this leads me nowhere. Next I choose the scariest option—a shoot with jagged sticks poking through. The sticks prove to be an illusion but the shoot goes nowhere so I sit there numbed. Then I try the route with the most interaction with those “working” the trap. In a room with women wearing yellow scarves I pull beads out of little tubs throwing them into the air while singing ‘singing in the rain.’