I keep having the same dream every night… well, I say same dream. It’s not the exact same every time, but it always lead to the same thing everytime, no matter how different the beginning of the dream maybe.

In my dream, I am always trying to get somewhere for one reason or another, (need to hide, moving to a new home, running from danger, visiting a friend, etc.). This part of the dream is usually different. It doesn’t matter where I am in the world, the way to get to this place is always inside of another building. I have to find the secret door (which is always different depending on where I am in my dream and always hidden in a different spot). Once I find this the secret door, it always opens up to the exact same stair case. It’s very long, very narrow with no rails, dark ( The only light is coming from a window that is always night outside) and it’s dusty with lots of spider webs. But even though it sounds dangerous, I never have any trouble getting to the door at the top. I just run or walk right up to it. I have no trouble getting through the door either. On the other side of the door is sort of like a very upscale apartment. The architecture is like nothing I’ve ever seen before and it is amazing. I’m not sure if describing the layout will help but I will anyway just in case some are curious.

Layout:

When you walk through the door, the room is very brightly lit and all the walls are painted an eggshell color. To your left is a 12 -15 foot wall that has a clear glass railing around the top and to your right is a glass wall that goes all the way up to the ceiling. It always shows the scenery of a city with skyscrapers and it’s always clear skies and bright and sunny. Just ahead of you are 2 columns and between those 2 columns, on the wall to the left is a stair way that leads up to a second floor. from here you can lean over the glass railing and look down at the door through which you just came through. In the middle of the room is a normal looking coffee table with a sofa and 2 recliners facing the giant glass wall and staircase, looking at the view. to the left is a sold door leading to a kitchen and the right of that door is a cutout (one almost like what you would see in a restaurant where the cook can look out) and there are bar stools next to it, so you can eat and look into the kitchen. On the right side of the room is are 2 doors. One leads into a bed room and the other into a bathroom. But the best thing about this apartment is what the columns (when you first came in) are holding up. On either side of the staircase that led up the second floor, is what resembles a magnificent staircase (One like you would see in an old antebellum home, that goes up and meets in the middle. But this is not a staircase. It’s flat like a ramp that goes up maybe 20 -30 feet above the second floor. It too has the glass railings around it.

It’s always the same, no matter the reason I’m trying to get there. Can anybody help me figure out what this means?

hi, i’m italian…who can help to make me a summary about this chapter of "the mysteries of Udolpho" by Ann Radcliffe….not very long, thanks! kisses:

chapter 26: ‘Up this stair-case the Signora lies,’ said Barnardine.

‘Lies!’ repeated Emily faintly, as she began to ascend.

‘She lies in the upper chamber,’ said Barnardine.

As they passed up, the wind, which poured through the narrow cavities in the wall, made the torch flare, and it threw a stronger gleam upon the grim and sallow countenance of Barnardine, and discovered more fully the desolation of the place—the rough stone walls, the spiral stairs, black with age, and a suit of antient armour, with an iron visor, that hung upon the walls, and appeared a trophy of some former victory.

Having reached a landing-place, ‘You may wait here, lady,’ said he, applying a key to the door of a chamber, ‘while I go up, and tell the Signora you are coming.’

‘That ceremony is unnecessary,’ replied Emily, ‘my aunt will rejoice to see me.’

‘I am not so sure of that,’ said Barnardine, pointing to the room he had opened: ‘Come in here, lady, while I step up.’

Emily, surprised and somewhat shocked, did not dare to oppose him further, but, as he was turning away with the torch, desired he would not leave her in darkness. He looked around, and, observing a tripod lamp, that stood on the stairs, lighted and gave it to Emily, who stepped forward into a large old chamber, and he closed the door. As she listened anxiously to his departing steps, she thought he descended, instead of ascending, the stairs; but the gusts of wind, that whistled round the portal, would not allow her to hear distinctly any other sound. Still, however, she listened, and, perceiving no step in the room above, where he had affirmed Madame Montoni to be, her anxiety increased, though she considered, that the thickness of the floor in this strong building might prevent any sound reaching her from the upper chamber. The next moment, in a pause of the wind, she distinguished Barnardine’s step descending to the court, and then thought she heard his voice; but, the rising gust again overcoming other sounds, Emily, to be certain on this point, moved softly to the door, which, on attempting to open it, she discovered was fastened. All the horrid apprehensions, that had lately assailed her, returned at this instant with redoubled force, and no longer appeared like the exaggerations of a timid spirit, but seemed to have been sent to warn her of her fate. She now did not doubt, that Madame Montoni had been murdered, perhaps in this very chamber; or that she herself was brought hither for the same purpose. The countenance, the manners and the recollected words of Barnardine, when he had spoken of her aunt, confirmed her worst fears. For some moments, she was incapable of considering of any means, by which she might attempt an escape. Still she listened, but heard footsteps neither on the stairs, or in the room above; she thought, however, that she again distinguished Barnardine’s voice below, and went to a grated window, that opened upon the court, to enquire further. Here, she plainly heard his hoarse accents, mingling with the blast, that swept by, but they were lost again so quickly, that their meaning could not be interpreted; and then the light of a torch, which seemed to issue from the portal below, flashed across the court, and the long shadow of a man, who was under the arch-way, appeared upon the pavement. Emily, from the hugeness of this sudden portrait, concluded it to be that of Barnardine; but other deep tones, which passed in the wind, soon convinced her he was not alone, and that his companion was not a person very liable to pity.

When her spirits had overcome the first shock of her situation, she held up the lamp to examine, if the chamber afforded a possibility of an escape. It was a spacious room, whose walls, wainscoted with rough oak, shewed no casement but the grated one, which Emily had left, and no other door than that, by which she had entered. The feeble rays of the lamp, however, did not allow her to see at once its full extent; she perceived no furniture, except, indeed, an iron chair, fastened in the centre of the chamber, immediately over which, depending on a chain from the ceiling, hung an iron ring. Having gazed upon these, for some time, with wonder and horror, she next observed iron bars below, made for the purpose of confining the feet, and on the arms of the chair were rings of the same metal. As she continued to survey them, she concluded, that they were instruments of torture, and it struck her, that some poor wretch had once been fastened in this chair, and had there been starved to death. She was chilled by the thought; but, what was her agony, when, in the next moment, it occurred to her, that her aunt might have been one of these victims, and that she herself might be the next! An acute pain seized her head, she was scarcely able to h

It was a new dawn on a new day at the old house which she had lived in for years. The liquid yellow sun was but a thin line above the horizon, barely visible, yet still making the sky rather bright.

Gwyneth walked down the long, drawn out stair case and into the giant foir. The light from the tall windows in her huge house came down and shown her light blonde hair, making it seem as if it was completely white.

She turned into the long corridor, in search of the kitchen. When she finally came to a hault, she was no where near the kitchen.

She had felt something. A brush of air, perhaps? Perhaps not. She turned around, wondering if her mother was up doing something, but yet she saw nothing.

"Hello?" She said in a nervous voice. No response. "Probably nothing," she said, only trying to console herself.

As she finally reached the kitchen, she waked in and saw her mother perched on one of the bar stools, reading the newspaper.

"Oh, good morning, Gwyneth," she said, turning around toward her daughter. "Good morning, mother," she said, walking to the bar
stool next to her. "Have you opened a window, mother?" She asked, considering the chill she had felt in the hallway earlier.

"No, honey. Why do you ask?" "No reason."

Gwyneth stood up from the seat and walked over to the fridge.

"Mother, I’m making eggs. Would you like some?" She offered. "Um, no thank you. I’m good with just my coffee," Her mother said, giving her
a quick smile.

Gwyneth shrugged, cracking only one egg into the pan and started poking at it with the spatula.

After eating breakfast, she made her way up the stairs to change into something at least a bit more formal than her night clothes.

—That’s what I have so far. Tell me if I should start over..! (I’m only in 5th grade, so don’t be too harsh. Give me some tips on better writing! I have to do this for school )