I ran out of the house, then bounded back in. I ran past exposed bricks, white plaster, and a wall of stacked rocks, all lit by a bright sun. I looked up and saw something turquoise - a roof? The ground below was a red-orange terra cotta.
As I ducked into the doorway, I thought: "I should take some pictures of this place!"
Then I woke up from my dream. For an instant, I was mad that I didn't take pictures. Then I was mad at myself for thinking that would have helped me remember.