“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and a chain upon the gate. I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper, and had no answer, and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the the lodge was uninhabited.”

–Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

To be fair, just the first line popped into my head, but I like the dreaminess of the paragraph.