Green beans (a dream)

In my dream my son was a bit older than in real life. His hair was long although it's short in reality. He was standing in the 'top left' corner of a room that looked like an office with a glass wall and behind it, people passing by. He talked to me and my partner, who was sitting on my right, and told us he was very happy in his new job. 

My partner squeezed a little in my hand and suddenly I was standing in an ocean, talking to a man I didn't see at first until he gave me a few clues: he was standing on a pier, fishing and the float of his - extremely long - fishing rod - was floating near me, in between a group of about a dozen people swimming. Most of them with swimming or bathing caps on.

Next thing I knew I was standing on the deck of his yacht where his wife, I pressume, handed me a pair of  wellingtons. Blue and reaching way over my knees.

Next scene: I was sitting in their living room and he told me his name was David but I could call him Dave and he was pleased to meet me in real life, after we had met online.

Diner consisted of mashed potatoes and mashed with it tomatoes and green beans.

Threatening (a dream)

We were at a kind of theme park that was either closed for years or open and about to close. 

We (me and four or five other people. Not necessarily people I knew) entered a structure. 

Which was a rollercoaster. But also a ghost house and a (apparently not so) hidden cave.

It was dark and there was fire but not as hot as you'd expect. 

And some of the 'fires' turned out to be cardboard and paper with lights shining through them.

As we climbed the stairs it became clear that my child-version needed help. 

So I picked him up and put him on the shoulders of my older me. 

So, there were three versions of me present, each representing a phase in my life:

my past, present and future. 

We encountered an enormous devil-like creature that looked very menacing. 

Until he got attacked by a raven and looked more terrified then threatening. 

Unfortunately that's the point my alarm went off.

Over a year (a dream)

Because I wanted to walk my pet goat (perfectly normal in my dream), I asked my niece to hold open the door for me as it was blocked by the bike of one of my neighbours. It was one of those modern black mikes with electric power. A friend helped push aside the bike. Suddenly I was back home again. With the goat. Who started feeding my goldfish: standing on its hind legs and with its front legs over the edge, it fed my goldfish some kind of grass. And smiled as the fish happily started eating it. 

The aquarium filled half my living room and the water looked brackish, dirty. As if it hadn't been refreshed in over a year.  

She agreed (a dream)

My (in real life deceased) mother and I were on vacation in an unknown city. Wandering around we decided to visit a local museum. As usual in my dreams it was a huge building with lots of stairs and doors. The artwork around us seemed all to be examples of tribal cultures and most of it was very colourful. For some reason (siesta time?) there were not many visitors. Just a few people, dressed in all white.

Going up the stairs to the second floor I looked at my watch and asked my mother - who was a few meters ahead of me - to hold so I could ask her a question:

'Shall we go find a place to eat after this? It's four thirty and we'll be ahead of the restaurant rush.'

She agreed.

A few days later this dream continued: while my mother was seated on some park bench, she had sent me out to get something to eat from one of the many stands and restaurants in the area. My order got mixed up so my mother got what I had ordered for myself and I got her eggroll. Which tasted as if it was at least three days old and just a few seconds heated in a microwave. I woke up with a dirty taste in my mouth.

Left (a dream)

It was in the future. There were not many people left but those who had survived had it pretty good. I was one of them and at some kind of Olympics. I was thrilled to see athletes have a go at a sport I can describe as a cross of skateboarding and snowboarding. Imagine snowboards with wheels. And no snow as no one alive at the time had ever seen any.

People were apparently competing in two different categories: yellow (easy) and blue (hard). There were poles put in the sand. At least I think it was sand. It was pure white and glistened. Nets were stretched from pole to pole and after every couple of nets there was a platform that could sometimes double as a trampoline but was sometimes just a flat, hard surface and sometimes really slippery. 

Competitors had to jump, skip, slip, ride from one platform to the next as fast as possible. With points being added for style and tricks and points being distracted for touching the nets with their hands. Falling meant disqualification. 

The lower poles - with the yellow nets - were for mostly teenage riders who couldn't fall more than two meters while the athletes - mostly adults - riding the higher and blue nets could get seriously hurt after a seven meter fall. 

I didn't see any elderly people during my time in this future, by the way.

There was loud cheering from some speakers (people watching from home?) as the dozens upon dozens of riders started to go down the parcour simultanously. From right to left.