Longest LD in years!

Date: 4/12/2020

I'm on a floating dock in the middle of a lake. I see a pile of phones and personal belongings in a corner of the dock, and notice a line of people balancing on a cable bridge that leads to a small boat several yards away. I realize I'm in line and I begin looking for a way to bring my phone with me, which is a small black flip-phone. I'm trying to hook it onto my collar when a guy behind me says, "Just leave it. You'll be better off taking a break from it than losing it entirely in the water." I reluctantly agree and place it in the pile of stuff. I scoot across the cable bridge and make it safely to what I'm realizing is a dinner cruise. My place card happens to be next to this guy, so we chat as the courses are served. It's all a blur though; I don't remember actually eating, just hanging out with the people at my table and enjoying watching the children run around and play. Suddenly I'm on a boat with the same guy I've been hanging out with. We arrive at a residential property with a house and mobile home on it. Without thinking, I burst into the mobile home and exclaim, "This is my grandma's house!" I look over at the drab, floral upholstered couch she used to have and sitting on it is my ex best friend. Next to her is my son, sleeping soundly. And this is when I know I'm dreaming; my grandma's mobile home was destroyed by a fallen tree and she's been living in an apartment for over a decade, I haven't seen my ex bf in months, and my son is 11 irl and here is a toddler version of him in front of me on a couch that no longer exists. I have this entire train of thought within the dream and exclaim to everyone, including the guy from the boat excursion who was following behind me, "It's okay, guys! This is a dream! I'm dreaming! Wow, the kitchen looks exactly the same!" I excitedly start running around the kitchen and living room, amazed at how vividly I still remember her place. I begin explaining that she always had a stash of sweets in the bread box over there, and that cool table lamp is where she kept her magnified reading glasses. I start telling them about our sleepovers with my cousin and sister, how we used to make forts with our sleeping bags and every extra blanket we could find. It was like a time capsule, in my mind! My kid is still sleeping, and the guy and my friend are just staring at me, motionless as if frozen in time. I continue rambling on about this and that as I go down the hallway and realize that's where the similarities to my grandma's actual place end; there are like five panels of floor-to-ceiling mirrors lining the hallway, which used to be dotted with framed family pictures, and I immediately decide that they are portals. Something tells me not to look at myself though, because I'll freak out at my reflection and wake up. So I go check out the bedrooms, which are completely different. What used to be my aunt's room is now a TV room, to which I laugh aloud because my super religious grandma would never have a TV in her home. I go to her bedroom and just about fall on the floor laughing; the entire bedroom has been converted into a hideous shag-carpeted spa, with a jacuzzi tub aimed at a flat screen TV. I am beside myself with how ridiculous my brain is, and decide to go check out my other aunt's house next door before I lose the dream to my imagination entirely. I open the back door, which is off of the mirror-lined hallway, and there's a white tiger sitting on the stoop, looking ready to pounce. I quickly back out and decide to just use a mirror instead. Without thinking too much into it, I casually step through one of the mirrors, and fall through the mirror over the dresser in my aunt and uncle's bedroom in the house nextdoor. The house looks like the one they live in irl, only there's a big addition under construction off to one side. I go to the back patio and find my aunt sitting in a rocking chair on a porch that overlooks a lake that didn't used to be there. "How do you like what we've done to the place?" she asks with a smile.