In my dream I looked out of the window and the sunken garden was being dug up. It was being excavated from the edges into the middle. An old chapel or chamber, with filigree lead glass windows had been discovered underneath the garden. My mother and I ran downstairs. By the time we got out to the garden, the area around the excavation had flooded. The chamber could be seen through the clear water, but what lay inside the chamber could not be discerned.
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