Your explanation has caused my world to make sense now. o_O

Except, instead of expecting there to be some place different behind a door (or inside a closet) I'm always anticipating something happening while I'm in transit. Especially when I'm walking through Central Park. Like someone is going to drop down out of a tree, or someone who looks weird will run up to me and pull me into a strange world of chases, swordfighting, giants, miracles, and magic. *sigh*