Dream:

Me and my father are lost? My Cadillac is driving down an impossible hill of boulders. We are in a suburban, desolate but well kept neighborhood. I go into a house that has all the outward appearance of being "normal"... The house is empty of humans or it's inhabitants. It feels alive. It is excruciatingly beautiful. It feels like a puzzle, Unfolding. It's like a zen sculpture. Waterfalls. Minimalist. See Carlo Scarpa-the Brion Tomb,The golden mean, Solomon's temple. The noospere, tesseracts.

As I leave the house, there are children playing in one room with colorful toys.

Dream#2:

Public place. Pools? Showers? Sparkling black granite. (note: simlar to recent dream of complex stream) wtf.