I was walking in the cleaned basement of a huge old home. It was the same home on the same property I always dream about. There were many family members outside having a picnic. I went up to the first floor. There were a maze of stairways in this home. I had studied the house from all angles. The dimensions made no sense. There were hidden rooms somewhere. I’d take my camera and ask to shoot some photos around the house and look for the hidden doorways. I asked my Aunt, “Aunt….” My voice was inaudible. I know I said Shirley because that is my only Aunt but the lady I was speaking to wasn’t her. I got permission to tour the house. I took about 12 photos. The rooms were gorgeous but most had guests talking in the rooms. I didn’t think the entrance to the hidden room was off the parlor. I went to the second floor. There were 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. One bedroom was done in red, white and pink. I stood for a while and watched the curtains blow in the open window and got my bearings with the outside footprint of the house. I knew I was close to the doorway to a wing of the house that contained the bedroom with the round turret. Something very strong draws me to this home. I feel so sure I was just physically there I ran to check my camera for photos when I awoke.