I can also recall my travels through a vast mansion, with an infinite number of corridors and rooms. It was a little like the hallway with the drifting curtains in Jonathan Miller's Alice film (but I dreamt this before I'd seen that film). I seemed to explore the rooms, and there were a great may strange things in them, but most were just empty. I remember that the paint on the walls was peeling. Then I was in a willow-maze at the back of the house, moving towards the centre. There, I found a large cave which was inhabited by a monster, half chicken and half lion (might I say it was a very grand beast).
I had another dream involving a huge, abandoned, Gothic mansion, also falling to pieces and overgrown with ivy (I have a strange liking for abandoned and ruined houses/places, especially if the walls are covered in ivy). It was a long dream, but I know there were incidents involving very frustrated tennis players on a crumbled tennis court, a stone bridge jutting out into the air from the house, a ploughed field and an argument with my then-drama teacher on yet another tennis court. I've noticed a lot of my dreams take place in sprawling, neglected, derelict areas overgrown with fairy tale thorns and ivy. (Like these photos: http://www.ellisislandghosts.com/)
Just recently a dream I had was composed of a rabbit-headed man, a giant black shoe, rabbit silhouettes and a lot of fear. Another very memorable one from my childhood involved a living Slinky with my Dad's voice who chased me round my house, threatening my with death. (To be sure, I've never had any bad experience with my Dad, and it's not some silly symbolic representation that I'm scared of him ((I certainly amn't)).) Another time, there was heavy snowfall over all of England, but when a single snowflake touched human skin they would become a zombie. Naturally, the whole of England bar me became infected. I can very clearly recall being at wonder-peace in a forest, beautiful with snowfall, when I turned to see a group of zombies running in slow motion through the trees. It was a true fairy tale image. Speaking of fairy tales, I once dreamt of a sorrowful story, in which a beautiful woman was imprisoned in a tower in the middle of a pine forest. The only time she could escape was at night, for the moment the moon rose she became a snow goose. However, she had to return to the tower by daylight lest she should die. It was such a sad thing, but I never got to see the end!

I could be here for a while; I have many strange dream stories to tell!