My brother and I spent time making photos and watching the water traffic off-shore. Lots and lots of traffic, all of it heading south. This seemed to place dream-time in the fall, not a big surprise as this time of year here in North Central Baja Jorja reminds me a lot of late fall. Wake-time, now, there shouldn't be any water traffic on Lake Huron, and in fact may still be some ice build-up along the shoreline.
One of the photos I made sent me running uphill back to the lakehouse for my camera; a very pretty sunset over the Lake, which is odd because Gramps place faced East, not West. But dream-time doesn't need to correspond to wake time, of course. And three children walked through the dream at that point too, one of whom proved midly annoying but surprised when I moved her talking hands gently out of my face with an aikido counter.
Going into the house for my camera, I entered the living room of Dad's house, where a cluster of furniture waited for prospective buyers. I only recognised one piece, it all looked like antiques, and my brother had it up for sale.