I had a dream I was in a museum, rooms and hallways in every direction. Every room had a different theme. Behind each door might be found artworks of the renaissance, a library of strange and untranslated books, tools of the neolithic, musical instruments of animal bone and skin, a greenhouse of medicinal plants, ancient Greek sculptures with perfected forms, an arboretum of red-leafed trees or the relics of extinct hominids.
Every room filled with wonders, and rooms without end, and when I woke up I realised I was still there.