It's a Strange City, reoccurring in my dreams 

I appear in different places 

At different times

I always recognize it 

I look out and see where I have been

It exists only in my dreams, filled with people and no one

They are faceless 

Sometimes they are manikins

I can see it when I close my eyes.

The House doesn't exist in the city 

The City changes as I move through it 

Like The House doesn't it adds onto itself, growing as real cities do

Growing in a way that no city does

I go back occasionally, there's no control over these dreams

I'm only lucid in Nightmares 

Nightmares don't last 

It's a strange city, although it pretends to be a regular city