Risking the door... Stepping into the cavernous maw of the Fun House, the door swings open, and slams all too easily shut behind you. It's dark in here, but some florescent paints provide an eerie glow.
Passages seem wobbily beneath your feet, the walls are set at odd angles that play tricks with your perception. Echoes make it impossible to go by sound. There's a definite sense of disorientation.
To those who see the Dreaming, the effect is ten times more wild. The colors grow more vivid, even as the darkness in the corners deepens. The entire building is indeed moving, not merely with mechanical gimicks, or swaying supports under the floor, but with an almost rhythmic deep breathing.