This is a repeat dream. There are sometimes variations, but most of the details are always exactly the same.
I am living in a very tall house; it's almost like a tower. I spend most of the time in the upper floors. The lower floors are more chaotic; there is a feeling of madness about them. They do not seem to be three dimensional, and there are indescribable sounds coming from them. It seems to get worse farther down; in any case I've never been beyond two or three of these floors.
One thing in common with all of these repeat dreams involves my senses (although this sometimes happens in new dreams.) For one thing, I seem to have synesthesia. (I do not while I'm awake.) The sounds that I hear in the lower rooms are not really sounds. They occur when and only when I am looking at an `object.' Because they are not ordinary three-dimensional, physical objects, they are extremely confusing to look at for any length of time, and I perceive them as (not much less confusing) sounds. If I close my eyes, or look away, the sounds stop. The middle-higher floors have less confusing objects, but they still seem to kind of weave in and out of their forms. The sight of them produces strange, but rather soothing sounds. In the middle floors, some of the `monster' objects protrude through the floor, so I can still see them, but they sound quieter.
Some of the objects are like this: Imagine taking a room, with it's objects, turning it inside out, and wrapping it around a sphere. Pull some of the parts out, push other parts in, twisting them so that they kind of form a vortex into themselves. Then imagine that this whole thing is alive--it has a definite personality, and is attempting to communicate. It changes colors to speak, and becomes angry when it is ignored.
Other objects look more normal. For example an old wooden chair, but one of the arms will dissolve, float off, become a sound, slam into the wall, reform back at it's original location as the wrong object, for example a metal beam, then slowly turn into an arm again.
Also, I seem to have senses that have no physical counterpart, and these also get involved in the synesthesia. This is pretty much impossible to explain, because there is nothing to compare it to. All of the physical senses are responses to phenomenon that are electrical in nature; there is some other `fundamental force' here. I believe it is this force which keeps the objects with more `chaotic energy' on the lower floors, or perhaps they are more chaotic because of it. I think chaos is not the right word here either, because there is a strange feeling of order.
In any case, I have not spent much time on these lower floors, because the lower I go, the more I lose the distinction between my self and the `place.' It is not fear, but there is less `I' that is conscious, to even look at anything.
The upper floors are very pleasant and relaxing. I often sleep in a bed in the attic, which is basically like a normal attic, but with nice big windows and fine furnishings. There I have dreams within dreams, when I awake, I wake up there. These dreams I can not remember.
This house is always exactly the same, but what I do on the lower floors varies. But I always go to the attic and I always sleep there. Sometimes I read, or just sit and think. I do not remember what books or what thoughts.
This, however, always happens. Outside of the attic's window, on the ground is a road. Across from the road is a meadow, beyond which is a forest. Walking along the road are dinosaurs and strange, very colorful birds. About once a minute, a vehicle (not a modern car, more `futuristic,' but it moves like and about the speed of a car. There are passengers of some sort inside.) comes down the road, and the birds jump out of the way into the meadow. The dinosaurs are slow to respond, and usually, one of them gets hit. This causes no damage to the vehicle. The dinosaur will appear to be fine, but then a bulldozer will come, pick up the dinosaur (still standing), and dump it into the meadow, where it flops over dead. The other dinosaurs do not seem to react to all of this. The sizes of the bulldozer and the dinosaurs are normal, but the dinosaur seems to get smaller when it is being picked up. The dinosaurs are about 80% brontosaurus, the rest smaller and varied types. Some of the birds will eat the dinosaur corpse. No matter how many dinosaurs die, they do not seem to diminish in number. There is probably 50-100 of them, with 2-3 birds to each one.
I feel very bad for the dinosaurs. I have tried jumping out of the window to help, but none of the animals (or the vehicles) seem to notice that I am there at all. If I yell from the window, some of them will look up, but little else.