The real world in the dream
I was lying and snuggling among dogs in London. This dream was utterly trustworthy, and you can see it in Ultra HD. I could also relate to the real world. (I said in the dream that I would contact the priest and tell him about the dream). I also remembered large parts of the dream 30 minutes later.
In any case, we walk at least one city road; then we arrive at a coffee shop with round windows, where three of my stepbrother’s cousins sit.
Then it goes off that road again, and we come to another wall made up of shallow water and cobblestones—like a splash pad stuck to a wall. I walk along the road and arrive at a ticket machine. He takes out the phone, but it doesn’t work because it is in London, not in Gothenburg. Then I crawl under the ticket machine.
There is a restaurant here. I choose hamburger meat. I bring the meat in a bag, and the drink I started drinking in a glass is already in the can. Here, the dream ends. The man at the restaurant asked if I was 80 years old. I probably looked older.