I found myself in the house my grandmother lived in when I was growing up, except it was the previously-dreamed of version in which it abuts a bay or lake. In this version my mother had brought us to visit with some people that 'used to live there'. I knew them in the dream but not well- people that we had known as children but never saw again. In the dream I was told that we sometimes went to this place but were not supposed to. As antechamber to this 'place' was my great-grandmother's room and bathroom. It was 'sacred space' to me, as in previously dreamed dreams. So we find ourselves in this place and 'fall' into this other place that we were not supposed to be in, but were brought there by my mother.
I visit with the people in the house, who are now old, and their children live there now. They also work there, as if the place were a ship and the work area were the bottom/engine room of a barge. (The apartment is a barge now.) When we're done reminiscing I ask to leave, and they tell me the only way is to go downstairs. I realize my mother is no longer there and she is the only one that can 'open the door to the outside' so we can go out. The only other way is going down, but as I've peeked in, there is no door, and this part is underwater. We cannot leave. I try calling my mom, no one is answering the phone (I had a 'special' phone to get in contact with my mom). Interestingly, I have the consciousness that my grandmother and great-grandmother are on the 'other side' but I have no such knowledge about my mother. I'm just feeling abandoned because we're in this barge with no means of getting out, and the way offered seems foolhardy and dangerous-a trap.
At some point I wake up, not having found a solution to my dilemma. (Which seems obvious to me, but it didn't while I was 'in').