I call the place I visit most often simply "my house". It's a large Victorian house with an attic, a basement, a huge porch, and many, many rooms. I'm always discovering new rooms. Sometimes, dreams about my house can be disturbing. For example, I'm terrified of the attic and have yet to go into it in a dream, yet sometimes I'll catch a glimpse of it through an open doorway and become very afraid. There's something up there that's horrifying--I don't know what it is--but I clearly don't yet want to find out. Maybe someday, in some dream, I will.
I dream just about every night--or I should say I remember my dreams from just about every night (everyone dreams... it's just a question of whether or not you remember them upon waking). I love my dream world. I'm sometimes plagued by nightmares, but it's worth it if it means I get to have the good and productive dreams I have, too.