The house

I keep having this dream where I am visiting the same house. A house with a hidden room. It is a large house. At least 3 stories tall. It is wide and airy yet intricately built and carefully decorated. Everything in this house seems to be in the right place yet people are wandering around "checking" out things as if it were a type of museum. Several friends pop up in this dream and are accompanying me in my task of removing all the art and breakables from the walls so that they aren't damaged in the storms that are starting to roll in. We move from room to room removing the objects and placing them in safer locations. Now it is just two of us--Eric and I. We wordlessly work at the task at hand. He is calm but moves quickly and methodically and wears the same scarf as appears in each dream-- this time it is black and gray. There is a sense of urgency yet calm in the dream. Lots of black and white. Dancing too. I keep looking for my partner but he's no where to be found and I have to turn away others who approach me for fear of missing my partner. Where is my partner? Oh, wait, it's not even clear that I have one or that they are a he or she. The earth is present as well-- strong and pungent. The dance floor is clay dirt. We kick up red dust as the band plays. The need to find my partner dissapates and I move towards openings on the floor. When the space I occupy becomes crowded I leap frog to the next. Suddenly I am aware that the walls of the house are no longer there and I have moved dimensions. Same people, same place, but a different energy. It is orange and yellow. The music, oh! the music! I suddenly become aware of the band in the corner. They aren't even aware of us. Wrapped up in themeselves and the task at hand. But what is that task? Not entertaining. No, they seem to be charged with an energy of creation. They play as if each song had never been played before but it's not improv--there is a story to follow. Something they have to tell. I leave the dream with notes growing more and more distant. It's not my time yet. I'm not ready. I don't have enough information. They play an amazing version of nightswimming and I drift back into a dreamless sleep.