This morning, I dreamed I was in a surreal and futuristic house or building, lots of white and black like something one might have seen on The Avengers (black and white years). I think I must have been on a rescue mission. There were a lot of dead ends and crawl spaces that would change size, and I never knew from one moment to the next whether I would fit through them. At any moment they could seal me in front and back (reminds me of my MRI experience), and the thought made me panicky — especially since it seemed at several points I was lost in a maze. And I passed a cavernous area from which a voice said, “There are seven.” Then it said later, “There are nine, but only seven have voices.” It seemed to be both helping and confounding me.