I moved into a house where there were ten other people also moving into. I knew most of them before as good current friends from real life. The house was lovely - very spacious, with a feeling of privacy. But also big areas like the kitchen and living room for everyone to mingle. I must have arrived there at night time and unpacked. We all just hung out at the house that night, I remember chatting to CB, and I remember going to bed at 11 or so. Some people stayed up talking quite late.

The next morning I went down to investigate the house a little more. Everyone else was getting up too. I met PW in the kitchen who showed me a hidden cellar from the kitchen that I did not know existed when I had previously walked around the house. It led down some stairs and twisted round in a very small tight fitting passage way that led to a small toilet with a tiny door - only about 60/70cm high. I noticed in the wooden panelling were lots of subcompartments as if the walls were part of an encompassing wardrobe. Some of these compartments were hidden and had secret/concealed parts to them. I found my self so tightly wedged into this corridor that the only way of getting out to the kitchen again was to walk backwards and retrace my steps out of the cellar.

I met some others in the lounge area. GB was there in his pyjamas in an armchair. Another person was there chatting. I sat down and wrapped a duvet around me. Gareth looked like he wanted the duvet and I offered it to him but he declined. Some people were talking about the fact that various people had stayed up until 3am. PW had done this, but also a blonde haired person called Steve (who I don't know in real life) had "been a real help" listening to a girl who I also didn't know.

After a short while I walked around the kitchen, and had failed to notice previously that it was full of plants. These plants had been brought to the house by someone I had not met before. The plants were looking full and had fruit (but not ripe) on them: chilli peppers, capiscums, tomatoes and lettuce. I was prompted to think of the vegetables I was growing in real life and offered to bring them over to the house.

I took a small bit of lettuce and ate it - it was not as fresh as it looked and was very delicate. DB was there as well.