Rooms

I don't often remember a dream. But I do remember being chased by a faceless person, from room to room in a very large house. I felt scared but yet I wasnt being harmed. I was trapped in each room but somehow managed to escape. As I escaped each room, there was nowhere to go except into another room. Each room looked the same. Plain, boring, black and white, minimal furniture, cold. There was no light, just darkness. No hope for escape. I think this dream mimics how I feel most days, living my life, day to day, week by week, month to month, year by year. Blah. Boring. Bland.