I was in a strange, old museum. Imagine a museum that looked like someone's garage/workroom, filled with greasy equipment and lots of tiny storage cabinets.

It seemed to be in a tall, narrow building with steep stairs and narrow hallways. I walked downward and noticed how smalle the rooms were.

I was totally uninterested in whatever the exhibit was, and really wanted to get through it and out. But I kept getting lost, and couldn't find my way out.

Eventually there was a hatch in the ceiling, which for some reason I thought was the only way to get out. So I flew up there to open the hatch. Yeah, flew.

I opened the hatch, and it was pure darkness above. I was scared to go in, but eventually I did anyway. It was totally dark, except for another hatch that I eventually saw when my eyes adjusted to the darkeness, with a tiny bit of light in it. I moved up to the hatch, popped it open, and stuck my head out.

I saw the deck and guns of a battleship.

Somehow they had put this second of the battleship on top of this building. I couldn't imagine how they did this, and thought for some reason we much have been really, really high to have this on the building. So I was afraid of the height and went back inside.

I backtracked through the darkeness and back into the room I started in. Then I woke up