Il volo nella torre

I'm in a white room. I lift my feet off the ground and I begin to fly. I realize it's a dream and I wonder if it's true that you can decide what to make happen in a dream. I decide to pass through the wall. I did it and now I'm in a stable tower in which it floats a wooden structure with seven floors each one of pentagonal shape. Each floor has doors on each side. In this flight I am attracted upwards by an intense magnetic light