Dream: Horizontal Doors

Dream:

It took place in a smaller sort of bungalow style house, with a pool in the backyard.

I was living on an orange futon that had a big glass door that lead the backyard. I could see the pool well. My mom would come and go in the dream, asking me if I was ready to go. I kept making up excuses, however, because at night I was to meet somebody beneath the slide. I suppose with top secret plans. When my mother would come to check on me, I would bolt it outside and hop over the fence that led to someone else's backyard to hide from her.
To avoid having to go home. That's confusing, because didn't I live on that orange futon? I guess I had to painstakingly defend my territory (the orange futon).

I would jump into the pool fully clothed, although I had no feeling of being uncomfortably wet in my clothes when I got out... even though I was clearly soaked. I don't know what this proved. But I did it anyways.

Suddenly there was a conspiracy down the street, in the big out-of-place mansion that wasn't supposed to be there. It definitely didn't fit in with the other much smaller suburban houses that took up the street.
Now, because I did not want my mom to be aware of me missing for some reason, I insisted on jumping fence after fence, running across numerous back yards until I got to this mansion. I surely could have just used the front door of the house and just walked down the street.

The extremely large house was in a world of its own. It was spooky and run-down in one aspect, but on the other hand, altho slightly creepy, the interior was well-furnished with expensive things and a nice paint job. Clearly there were people had lived here or were living here. Instead of a normal door, which stands vertically, to get inside you had to get down on your stomach and squeeze through. And it was on an incline.

Inside this house, appeared to be two suites, like a side-by-side. I only partially saw the one side. And it was a nice home. With way too much space appropriated to the dining room. The dining room table was so large that it filled the room, with hardly any space to pull back your chair and sit down. The walls were painted a dark red.

Im not too clear on this part, but I do know there were other people in the house. But everyone was perched in the windows. Including me. A black metal fire escape ran up the back of the house, but it had holes in it everywhere, and would not hold up to today's standards for a safe fire escape. Everyone kept making jokes that they would lean back and let go of the safety of their perch in the window and fall. And a few almost fell. Everyone would laugh.

Leaving the house by the window seemed like the more convenient way to get out of this place, since the front doors were horizontal and quite uncomfortable to fit through.

As I contemplated my escape from this house, I woke up.