The Stairway In My Room At Woodstock Drive (night of 31/05/2022)

I have returned to Woodstock Drive again. The interior of the house bears no resemblance to it's waking counterpart - more rooms, a feeling of the house being larger.
I am with a number of other people - I do not think I know them in waking life. I have a feeling I am not meant to be here. A feeling of nighttime.
The window looking out onto the street. Marvelling that I have returned.
Behind a bookcase (or perhaps my old computer desk?) I discover a narrow stairway heading upwards. This leads to a door into the attic. I am not sure how this fits into the architecture of the house.