I had this dream some time ago that I and a group of people, mostly friends of mine, entered this strange building. There was a reason for it, given earlier in the dream I believe. Only, I can't remember everything as this is old news.

Anyway. It was some old abandoned place. Like haunted place of some sort. It didn't have quite the same feel as in my other dreams, and this place wasn't like anything I've ever seen for real.

We don't really wanna stay there, but for some reason have to for a while. Or at least pass through. We get to this one room and everyone drops their stuff and starts talking about this and that--what to do, how to get out, etc. They're taking a break.

I decide to leave and check the place out. This guy who is with us--some famous person in real life (lol) is there and he has me lead him around this creepy place. I don't really want to because, No. 1. The place scares me, and No. 2. His presence makes me nervous (famous vs not famous).

I stay calm the entire time, but I can't escape the feeling that there is something here. Something that knows we're here. It's not like a ghost or anything, but more like the building itself. The place is falling apart, and as we make our way through, we eventually start to come back around to where we started. All the time, I'm becoming more sure that something not only knows we're there, but is maybe even watching us or whatever.

At one point, we turn a corner (right) and enter a very large room--a great hall of some sort, I suppose? The wall on our left is an outside wall, while the other 3 are interior walls. The center of the chamber is nonexistent. The floor has largely fallen away into nothingness--a great black abyss. The only area to walk safely is a narrow path around the outside. It's all very dark. Blacks and deep, rich blues. Everything is bathed in silvery blue moonlight through the myriads of enormous windows. They're so tall, as if they might even go all the way up. It's very chill. I don't think I've ever felt such absolute stillness. Kind of like in winter after it snows. Totally silent and cool. I don't sense so much dread as in my other dreams so much as a presence I can't positively identify and a distrust of it, coming from my thoughts of my other dreams in the past. It makes me nervous to be watched and followed by something I can't see or hear or touch or anything. Something probably infinitely stronger than me.

Across from where we started (I guess), we enter a small square room. From there we enter another, and another. The guy I'm with has to stop at nearly every room to look around, and I wait politely even though I wanna scream hurry up (especially at the last one). Anyway, I pick up the pace a little and we get back with the group. At least I wasn't alone this time, except that the person I got stuck with wanted to drag his feet. Something was really grabbing his attention. Everytime we would walk through a door, he would stop and look back and just stare, as if in vague wonder.

What a dummy.