Through The Door In My Room (night of 31/08/2019)

I stand at the back window of the middle-room looking out into the garden. A plume of smoke is rising either from the windowsill, or from a vent on the ground just below. Where is it coming form? I decide it must be coming from the cellar - I head down to the cellar, and discover, much to my alarm, that it is full of smoke. I try to look to see whereabouts in the cellar, but I am blinded by smoke - no wonder so many people die in a fire I think - and head back up the stairs before I lapse into unconsciousness.
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I am in a bedroom - my room - the house itself - bears no resemblance to anywhere I have lived in waking life. Someone else is with me - possibly Emily. My room is made of brick, and there is a light, airy feel about it - though the room - the house itself, feels old - possibly Victorian. There is a door in my room - a door with windows - in fact the wall around the door seems full of windows, and there is a gap between the door and the door frame. I do not seem to have noticed this properly before. I see on the other side of the door a large room with many potted plants. It has the feel of a disused greenhouse or attic. I wonder how I can get to it. Then I realise that there is no lock on the door, all I have to do is move the chair that is in the way.
I walk out into the room, marvelling at how large this room is - the things I can do here! I call for Emily to come and see, I then realise I am out in the garden - I look behind me and see the windows of next door. It is the garden and not at the same time - hard to explain. Not the garden that could be accessed without going through the door in my room. I look at a stretch of grass that runs up a slope under some kind of covering - at least this part will be private and secret to me.
I walk up another slope of grass - I can see the fence surrounding the garden - the open gate - realise that anyone from outside could walk in - and into my room - there was no lock on the door of my room after all. I am somewhat dismayed at this thought. My dog is running about - again a dog that bears no resemblance to any waking life dog I have had. I notice other dogs have appeared. My dog and the other dog are running about enjoying themselves. With mild surprise I next realise that there are more dogs appearing in a sudden flash of light - as if they are teleporting in from somewhere. the dogs all seem happy and are content to run about in the garden in a chaotic form of play.