There was quite a lot to this dream. But can only recall a fraction of it.
There is a flat, grey metal clad caravan. In it, we’re you first come in, is a washing machine with an old style, multiple-line green dot matrix LCD display. In the direction of each an door leads. The bedroom seems to be to the right. Outside is a round multi level fountain made of the same grey material.
After I’d been into this van a couple of times I got a bit annoyed.
I look at the machine. Wondered what the display says, but the screen seem more like a graph of dots. There are no words. A voice says: “You have to climb to learn to fly, constant wisdom specific.”