I saw the answer.
I was with a girl, but I don't know who it was. We were working together to resolve something, but I'm not sure what it was. We were in a neighborhood that reminded me of the neighborhood where I grew up. I remembered something - a network of rooms and tunnels from a dream when I was young, and I found the current building (the one which had evolved from the youthful dream). It had walls which were overgrown with vines and plants, and towered in the air. It was spread out wide kind of like a temple and kind of like an apartment complex. I left the girl in the residential neighborhood, and went to investigate the temple. An old slender Asian man, who was simultaneously a fat Asian madam or concierge was at the door, and we had an ambiguous interaction from which I was able to determine that there were rooms available in the complex. I knew that the room we would be renting (because I was aware that I was somehow renting it for the girl) was not the room from my childhood dream, but I also knew that I would be able to explore the complex more fully if I lived there, and that the tunnels and passageways were in fact in the complex. I could see several old wooden doors that suggested places to begin exploring. I went back to the neighborhood to get the girl. From the neighborhood we saw a fireworks display which might have been a small holiday celebration, and might have been the end of the world, and then we went back through the gardens and walls to the complex. When we arrived there, we saw people walking through the hallways - they were all old, and the man/woman concierge was nowhere to be seen.
The architecture of the complex was a combination of old mission architecture, and Japanese temple architecture. Everything was very lush - lots of living things. Lots of dirt and mud, but in a friendly way - not in an obnoxious way. There were many little gardens and ponds. There was a view of the surrounding countryside, which looked like a lightly settled township - still lots of green and open space, but with lots of people moving around nonetheless. The place seemed old in centuries, but meant to last for millenniums - it had a very intricate texture of paint and plaster and dirt and mold, but the structure seemed firm and safe. The sun was shining, and the air was about 70 degrees.
I was with a girl, but I don't know who it was. We were working together to resolve something, but I'm not sure what it was. We were in a neighborhood that reminded me of the neighborhood where I grew up. I remembered something - a network of rooms and tunnels from a dream when I was young, and I found the current building (the one which had evolved from the youthful dream). It had walls which were overgrown with vines and plants, and towered in the air. It was spread out wide kind of like a temple and kind of like an apartment complex. I left the girl in the residential neighborhood, and went to investigate the temple. An old slender Asian man, who was simultaneously a fat Asian madam or concierge was at the door, and we had an ambiguous interaction from which I was able to determine that there were rooms available in the complex. I knew that the room we would be renting (because I was aware that I was somehow renting it for the girl) was not the room from my childhood dream, but I also knew that I would be able to explore the complex more fully if I lived there, and that the tunnels and passageways were in fact in the complex. I could see several old wooden doors that suggested places to begin exploring. I went back to the neighborhood to get the girl. From the neighborhood we saw a fireworks display which might have been a small holiday celebration, and might have been the end of the world, and then we went back through the gardens and walls to the complex. When we arrived there, we saw people walking through the hallways - they were all old, and the man/woman concierge was nowhere to be seen.
The architecture of the complex was a combination of old mission architecture, and Japanese temple architecture. Everything was very lush - lots of living things. Lots of dirt and mud, but in a friendly way - not in an obnoxious way. There were many little gardens and ponds. There was a view of the surrounding countryside, which looked like a lightly settled township - still lots of green and open space, but with lots of people moving around nonetheless. The place seemed old in centuries, but meant to last for millenniums - it had a very intricate texture of paint and plaster and dirt and mold, but the structure seemed firm and safe. The sun was shining, and the air was about 70 degrees.