In my sleep I saw a wooden house, having a roof but no windows, and on the third floor there were some people. When I was coming toward them by what seemed like a bridge, they did not want to let me in. Having been cast down, I tried to climb up, not by ropes, but by intertwined threads. Using the little spaces on the wall, I tried to raise myself up to arrive again at the third floor, taking the risk that I might fall. But I was not able to get up there. Awakening, I heard that someone else was also climbing up, and it was repeatedly said that he is now entering, and in fact by an entrance under the roof. Those who lived there did not want to admit anyone; and they were said to live on the roof.