Tues of Day

Last night (Monday), a series of dreams, most of which are gone.  But there was a theme that ran through them which involved the entrance to my home.  It seemed like a home that was located both in a city (like New York) and a beach town (like Provincetown).  I am on the top floor and in the back and ... 

[This dream is not new.  I'm recalling that I've lived in "this place" in other dreams.]

... There is apparently a staircase, made of aged southern pine that has seen better days.  Planks have fallen away and even the small three by three landing is just about gone.  I can see the ground below.  As the dream progresses, all the wood falls away and by its end, there is nothing there.  I know that as I climb the stairs, it has become more and more dangerous.  Now, at dream's end, I am feeling haunted and afraid.

I wake up and thank God/dess for my amazing life and ponder the mystery of the dream.  So haunting and cryptic.  What does it mean? (I've never been very good at self-dream analysis -- so feel free to send your own thoughts!).