I dreamt of rooms in a house leading to different dimensions. One was made of white cushions, and though it appeared to be large, the ceilings were physically low, such that traversing the room required crawling on my stomach. Soon, I had no body at all, and existed within a field of lines and nodes, still white. I cannot describe this dimension. My days of toying with the rooms led to greater and greater danger, and eventually the summoning of otherwordly beings, both manlike and horselike. I realized I would no longer be able to show my friend these dimensions without too great a risk. At times, we must sacrifice a chance to be understood and validated for the wellness of those that we love.