Freedom calling?

Well I've had flying dreams that I could actually fly but many times the destination I chose carefully would leave me upright in a sparse sort of burn this bidge building down type of dirty room somewhere. In some God forsaken big white thrown together in a day hopeless hell hotel. I very much recall an ugly filthy dusgusting
dilapidated and grungy and very isolated many-roomed clapboard house in a scarily lonely barren room I end up in, no one was around me. Many of all the high up rooms I saw were barren and isolation with a cold feeling attached with me and it was all soiled bad
and dingy in there. While in that isolated part of the house I remember feeling trepidation that someone unknown was around but I didn't know where and I could hear their echoing voices. I felt alone liked I was doomed in a dirty crappy isolated house like death. Nothing nice about it ominous voices trap.