I was in my bedroom. In my dream it was HUGE and luxurious – I think it was about a hundred feet long, with a raised, carpeted conversation pit in one side, huge windows, really not something I’d allocate as a bedroom IRL.
I went outside into the hall. The floor was layers of peeling tiles; the lower layers were once bright and jolly patterns full of licensed properties for kids. It was pretty creepy. I poked at a pay phone right above a big peeling patch, which I didn’t want to stand over, then went back into my bedroom. I noticed a door right next to the one to that hall, that should have just been another way from the bedroom to the hall, but didn’t exist in the hall. So I opened it… and discovered ANOTHER bedroom that I’d never noticed in all the time I’d been living here. It was moodily lit and lavishly furnished already, with plush couches, a table with pretty knick-knacks on it, and a high, squat window that seemed to look out over Los Angeles in the evening. Gorgeous, twilight, purple, and intimate. Curving walls. Very sensuous. I thought seriously about starting to sleep in this one instead! I wasn’t sure about that little window, though. I’d want more light, really.
I went back into the giant bedroom and sat down on a cushioned bench that was built in beneath the big window. Which looked out upon sun-dappled trees. I detected motion out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that behind the nearest trees, everything was whirling in circular kaleidoscopic patterns. This was pretty unsettling. I looked away and there was an iPad on the bench beside me. Its display was dark, with bright text on it; I couldn’t read the text. It left complicated trails in my retina as I tried to make sense of it, that seemed to have a physical presence – some of them sprawled out of the display area and kind of writhed on the cushions. I managed to make out one word on it: “Agas”. Which I was quite sure was a proper name.
Meanwhile, outside, the kaleidoscopic skies had gone red.
I woke up.
(that name on the iPad may have been something different, that’s the best I can remember it. Half-awake I was convinced I’d seen an anagram of it as the name of some demon in the Goetia, and that there was some kind of deal I was offered and turned down.)