Later I was at my grandparent's house. In real life, this was the second home to everybody in my extended family. They'd lived there for 23 years and it's a huge, wonderful house and they sold it for weak reasons last summer and moved away and I'll never, ever get over it. Anyway, in the dream, it was supposedly the last day we were hanging out there. We were in the basement and before we left I told my cousin I wanted to go into this one room that I had barely ever gone into before(not there in real life). My cousin said fine and we checked things out in there. It connected to two more rooms, and they connected another one and from there it went on, these huge, bright, beautiful mahogany master bedrooms with sunlight pouring in through a yellow stained-glass solarium-type ceiling. I couldn't believe we and the rest of the family hadn't spent more time here when we still could. My dad and uncle were calling that it was time to leave, but we wanted to keep going for a bit. We came to an outside part, and it was this huge, gorgeous sprawling green property with giant trees and a hedge maze and there were people just strolling through the whole place like it was a park. It was so beautiful and I was so frustrated we had to leave. I woke up after this and I couldn't remember if I'd ever dreamed about that rarely-gone-into part of the basement before. I think I had, but I'm not sure if I remembered it and thought about it before dreaming about it again this time. I'm still not sure.