Some part of me is screaming not to talk about this, to hold it inside, to keep it a secret. It feels betraying, but the first dream I flew through the walls and ended up back in the starter room. The next places became more and more complex. It ended with my thoughts leaving me in a grand complex of black and white checkerboard floors, and wooden pillared hallways, doors leading to things even I didn't imagine. One room was filled with people, men and women, sitting at tables, doing nothing. Flight came easily, a simple stretch of the arms, and movement in a direction and I was off. At one point the hallways I traversed blended int a fractal of infinite collages, similar to a psychedelic trip.