I was in a huge
mansion, appearently owned by someone I knew. This person had
died and there was an
estate sale going on.
This place was packed with stuff: Totem poles, Native American Art, gems, vintage toys, sculpture, books, oriental carpets & rugs, rare baskets, and strange collections of all sorts, such as camels, chess boards, ships, religious objects and more.
All of these things were in beautiful display cases and as a whole was rather like J.Standley's Ye Olde Curiousity Shop.
I walked up and down the rows of stuff, what fantastic jumble of material possesions, it cover every inch of all the floors (at least three floors)!
Although I admired many of the things there I did not purchase anything, in stead I drifted into another dream of abstract landscape which led me to the surface of consciousness, whereby I awoke.