I dreamed about my childhood home. It had been torn down and rebuilt. I could swear I was really there.
I remember this young man (in his 30s) with brown hair. He parked his convertible in the driveway. It felt like he was my son.
Then I saw an older man with well-groomed silvery hair. I identified him as my husband. He was a knight, and rather well-off, because he owned a successful security firm.
His company would build drones and robots to catch thieves. The real observation drones looked and behaved like songbirds. There were also “dummy” drones that resembled the drone helicopters. The security robots, which could be set to “training” or “protect” modes, looked like werewolves.