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The side entrance was simple: this part of the mansion, about three or four stories high, had a few roman columns outside and floor to ceiling (third story ceiling) windows. The sun was setting and shone through the perfectly clean glads beautifully and there was a door which was all glass partitioned by white dividers. intricate white wooden patterns also helped support the large windows. Where the windows ended towards the main part of the mansion, ancient red brick met with it. All along the perimeter outside there were all sorts of beautiful plants-- most of them seemed tropic, and all grew out of a bed of small, dusty grey rocks. I walked around and admired the beauty of it all, a cool breeze picking up now and then, blue skies with wisps of clouds and vivid green grass carpeting the area, knolls rolling here and there about twenty yards out.
At the end of my time there my family showed up and I greeted them there at the side entrance. My brother goofed around and examined the plants and I remember clearly seeing that my mother was impressed with the whole place as she strolled about with her arms crossed. I only remember seeing shadowy out-of-focus images of my sister and father in the background.
Continuing outwards from the side entrance, the landscape changed dramatically. The grass turned into grey dirt or rubble, and everything became a bit like another planet. Moutains could be seen in the distance, against a startlingly beautiful backdrop of pitch black sky and stars. This backdrop appeared out of nowhere, as the sun was setting at the time when I first walked into this alien world. The setting made complete sense, for about 50 yards into this grey, desolate expanse, a pyramid which is exactly like the one in Mass Effect (video game) stood, about two stories tall. The pyramid was a faded brown, with carvings or etchings of what look like heiroglyphs all over, except the top, which was smooth and jet black. I scaled the pyramid easily and stood on top for a while, but nothing eventful happened. When my brother had appeared in the dream, this was the first place to which I led him.
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The kitchen was not very big, considering how large the mansion was-- it seemed more compact, like in a large apartment. It was extremely messy, with pots, pans, dishes, and an assortment of kitchenware both used and unused strewn across the floors and stacked on the counters. Melissa Ramirez turned out to the the owner (or at least the hostess) of this mansion. There must have been a dozen people there in addition to me, Melissa being the only person that I recognized (or can remember at this point).
I remember Melissa offering me tea. She had made a certain kind of but I wanted something different, so there were two teapots. The pots were quite small. I recall searching for a clean teacup and saucer for several minutes, rummaging through plates and dirty cups and saucers until I found one that I found acceptable: a thinner-than-usual, tall teacup (akin to a tulip wine glass) and a saucer that was grooved to match the ring at the bottom of the cup. Melissa made boiled water without fire somehow, and made the tea directly in the pots, then poured them into two flat, cylindrical containers with only frames for lids (the lids were circles circles with parts cut out, sort of like a radioactivity symbol). The containers were then drained back into the teapots and then poured into the cups. For some reason, I ended up with with goat cheese in my tea (the goat cheese appeared in the containers). I recall that it still tasted pretty good, even with the cheese (maybe it was intentional?). At some point, Melissa warned me that her friend had a habit of taking her shirt off while watching TV. After the tea was poured, we went into an adjacent room that was dark and illuminated only by a medium sized TV and the light from the kitchen. This room was just as messy as the kitchen, but instead of pots and pans, there were clothes, papers, and other things that one might find in a living room. A large L-shaped combination of couches were centered around a coffee table in the middle. Blue and gray TV light danced across the faces of the other people who had migrated ahead of me and Melissa into the TV room. Lo and behold, there was Melissa's friend, whom I did not recognize at all, taking her shirt off while on the couch, a deranged but harmless smile stretched over her face. No one seemed to care that this was happening, and neither did I. The TV showed and old video of someone's wedding.
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The above dream was vivid, but when I awoke, I could only remember fragments, and not necessarily in order. Something happened before the kitchen/TV sequence, but I cannot remember what. Something happened afterwards, also, before the side entrance sequence. My family coming to visit was the very last part before I woke up.
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