Last night's dream started with one weird little vignette, the origin of which is a mystery to me, then it became one of my fairly common themes: my house, which is never like my real house or any other place I've lived, even though sometimes in the dream it's supposed to be one of those. The main thing about this iteration was a secret passage that I hadn't used in years. I now thought it would be neat to use it, but I had trouble finding the place to enter it, and when I figured that out I couldn't remember how to get the entrance open. And then I woke up. The End.