Unfortunately, there was a lot of action in this that I don’t remember; I just remember this bit and how it made me feel.

I was in one of my dream infinitely rambling houses playing a parlor (or even game show) game. I’m not exactly sure how it worked, but I (or someone would remember or think of a feature or attribute), and a face was coming out of the wall based on what we said. It didn’t seem to be a benevolent spirit. It was silent, and its eyes were closed. It could have been a figure on a medieval church . . .