searching dream

I stood on the ramp leading to the front door. I looked left and saw her standing on an identical ramp some 500 meters away. She waved and I heard "meet me on the patio for sandwiches."

I walked in the door at the same time she did. I was met with gardens, stairway and rubbish chutes. I walked up the first flight of stairs, slid down a chute and walked through a doorway. I looked around, I couldn't see her. I bumped into an old friend, asked if they'd seen her, explained the situation, but met with a negative. I pushed on. Stairway and chutes followed too numerous to mention. I called her name five, six, seven times, each met by a reply of my own echo cascading off the walls.

I entered a room, the doors faded to nothing, I looked around, found a bike and peddled hard, the walls gave way, I found myself outside, no patio, but I looked up and saw a fire burning on a balcony. I called out, a man with green hair leaned over and shouted something, I saw a rope, struggled to climb it. As I reached the balcony he took my arm and helped me over. "you think you stand a chance?" He asked.

I nodded, he sat me down by the fire. "you'll need this," he said handing me a basket. "good luck."

I climbed through an open window, looked around and went down a chute. I saw her, ran to her, arms out to embrace and hit my own reflection. I called out, nothing. I opened the basket and peered insude, a red checked blanket covered empty space so I climbed inside and there she was, naked and waiting. She handed me a pipe, "this will warm you," she said. I took it, inhaled, choked and put it down.