I had been in this place before. It was a building in the middle of vast greens, with many trees, bushes and a little stream crossing by the grounds. The old building was like a house, an education institution, a museum and a hotel, but preserving its antique flavor.
The first time I dreamed this I was going around the open hallways, having a view to a side for interior patios or the landscape out wide, but I kept to the structure inside, and I came upon some stairs that seemed strange, as it didn't fit with the rest, as well as to where it lead. The stairs were rusty and broken, red looking, compared to the concrete grayish ones I came from. This first time I dreamed it, it seemed as the upper floor seemed abandoned, dark, and not used for a long time, yet something attracted me from that place; I was very curious and anxious to see it/go there. But I went back, 'cause I also knew it was forbidden to go up to that floor. It seemed also as though the stairs had been broken deliberately, and the same that did it had a way to get up. But I investigated no further.
This time, I appeared in this place outside of the building, immersed in the wilderness of the landscape with luscious green all around me, feeling much connected with nature; the trees, the rocks, the little stream wetting the grass, and the little tickling insects flying around. I look around and recognize where I am, and then, as I look back, I see like some hidden stairs between trees and bushes. There was part of building there that I hadn't seen before, as it was disguised by all the green covering it. I see the light concrete stairs and follow it and appear, surprisingly, to the same kind of stairs I had seen on the other side. They were rusty the same, and some parts seem broken or as could break, but I could go through, I could go to the other floor, and I did walk, with much expectation and a smile in my face, upwards a bit to see what was in that hall, and again surprisingly, I found there was two women there. They were two dark-haired elegant beauties, with white flowy gowns. They were very beautiful, seemed like models, of money, means, beauty, etc. The place seemed also very elegant, contrary to what I thought it would look like; it was the part it most looked like a hotel, and there was a light to it all that seemed very inviting and pleasant. I was content, for I knew now how to get there, I had found a way.