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.
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