Secret World Behind a Closet

 This is probably one of the most poignant dreams I ever had, from 1990. In it, I was a little kid dragged by parents to a boring grownup party at someone's house where there were no kids to play with. I sat in a sofa in the living room, leafing through art coffee table books (which were indeed on the coffee table) because because they had pictures in them. A teenage girl walked into the living room and saw me. She told me she has something amazing to show upstairs, and asked if I would like to see it.. Eager for a distraction, I said yes and jumped off the sofa. I followed her upstairs.