Do An Art

I'm supposed to be working on a game right now, but let me tell you about this dream I had:

I was edging my way forward through a crack in the wall, and then I was out of it, walking down a hallway.

The floor was shades of red and grey and the  afternoon light coming in through the windows showed a lot of dust in the air.

The marble of the statues looked very creamy and almost plastic, dark in the crevices.

There was a room at the end with high green walls and wooden furniture, all around the walls and bookcases and lots of places to sit.

The occupants did not welcome me but they couldn't throw me out.

I opened a book marked INSTRUCTIONS and a bunch of pictures and diagrams fell out of it and onto the floor, a map spreading and opening up.

The map featured a landscape, a mental emotional physical landscape. A timelapse.

I studied myself from this distance with renewed interest in who and what I had been before.

Looking ahead, there was 

And that was how the dream ended. I woke up and got back to work.
I'm going to take a nap and then I have a game I'm supposed to be working on.