Most of my dreams usually have a good storyline, and sometime ago I had one with one of the best so far.
I had been invited to some sort of event and had gone to the venue which was this big residential tower. After I got there, I was told something important was missing and that I had to find it. So i set off, searching each individual floor until I found it. It was wrapped in some package and as I returned to the floor I realised something was wrong.
I was being followed and the lift only went up one floor at a time. Each floor had a challenge of some sort. All of this was one half of my dream and the rest was like most of my dreams and mostly unrelated to the first half.
In the elevator as I reached the final floor there appeared to be a table cabinet and other wood worked intricacies. What caught my eye was one chess board that I assumed to be purely ornamental, it was framed in some hardwood, one half being a slab of finely polished marble and the other made with alternating pieces of wood with a pattern made in the middle with far smaller pieces of wood and a piece of copper, the rest of my dream was mostly my efforts to make sure it become mine and surprisingly it actually did.