I had a very vivid dream early this morning. The ambiance stuck with me all day. I was a guest of an enormously wealthy aristocratic woman who was gray haired and tiny, but energetic. Her home was a palatial building furnished with sumptuous drapes, carpets and elegant chairs and sofas. The interior was airy and bright, and the grounds were park like. It was like an enormous and ancient family estate, surrounded by a wall so it was very private. There were other guests in the background, and a butler or someone like that who I noticed more than the others. Nothing much happened, I was just there, enjoying the beauty of it.
My dreams never occur in such places, and I don't watch movies of super rich people and sigh, "oh! If only I were rich!" Life is so much simpler on a modest scale.
My hostess had been traveling on business, and returned. Her two dogs, some kind of special long haired, short legged breed larger than dachshunds, and particular to her ancestors, greeted her warmly. I was impressed by their large brown eyes, which glowed with adoration for her. When they left the room I was staying in, I started getting the heebie-jeebies really bad. I realized I hadn't seen any of the other guests for awhile, and had no idea where they'd gone. Everything looked beautiful and wonderful, but I knew there was something really evil afoot. The atmosphere felt like the horror movies Christoper Lee starred in, only worse. It felt like my hostess was worse than a vampire, serial killer and mad scientist combined. To give myself space to think about what to do to save myself, but without arousing her suspicions, I lowered a huge silk blind with a cloth of gold border along the top. (I tell you this was an extremely vivid dream!) I started sensing the other guests, who were no longer there. I heard the voice of the one I had seen most recently, a young blond woman. The voice said, "I used to be a school teacher . . . "