falling walls

I dreamt that I was in a house. It seemed maybe lacking in something. It was in a place that I thought it should be more interesting, but the inside was plain and lacking personality. A man came in... he seemed like a Zeus type character. He had a long white beard, curly white hair, and he had a mighty feel about him. I liked him. He felt knowledgeable, and patient. He said you can't see what this house is and was. Then huge rectangular chunks of wall came down landing hard on the floor and shaking the house. Each one looked as though it was made of plaster. Each had a different color to it, and ornate trip at the tops and edges. They were beautiful and they were exciting to see. I imagined how beautiful this building must have been, what had gone on here.