Dream Journal

I had a dream last night. I was sitting at a metal café table in the front lawn of a Victorian home. The house had been converted to include a small bistro restaurant. I thought I was in a city, that I am familiar with, because I recognized the name of a beach being several blocks away to the north. The house was on a tree lined street with the river running parallel to the other side of the road. The yard I was seated in had two large trees towering overhead, maples, the side yard had at least two more trees, also maple but with trunks a quarter smaller in thickness, maybe planted a couple decades later?
 
The house was two storeys plus attic, so is that two and a half or three storeys total? It was old red brick with a round porch off to the left facing the side street. The side facing us had a long indoor porch, with six paned windows, it ran two thirds from the right end of the façade. It was four to six steps up to the door and into the porch which had been renovated to have a larger interior doorway into the house. There was a dining area inside the house, somehow, I just knew it without ever seeing it during the dream.
 
The problem was across the river was the downtown core, but the red brick buildings were spaced apart I could see the main street road and across it to an empty lot. The downtown core, as I know it, is blocks of buildings with only a few breaks in the long rows, and there are no freestanding buildings on the river side of main street.
 
Our server/waitress was a woman in her twenties, slender build, shoulder length brown hair, friendly facial features wearing a pressed white dress shirt and black skirt. I invited her to sit down as she served us. I was sitting opposite a male, not sure who, he listened in on our conversation and kept looking off to his right past the bushes up the street.
 
I noticed there was two elderly women sitting at a table to my right closer to a path that ran down the front yard from the door of the house.
 
I am not certain how our table was able to remain stable on the grass lawn, but something tells me it was held in place by pins through the base. The chairs were repositionable and somewhat evenly balanced. Each table had three chairs around it.
 
She sat down or leaned in on my right as we conversed. I found out her name, which I will not include here except the initials EAW. I remember talking about summer tourism traffic and how I worked in the third, or second, most popular tourist beach town in the region. We never finished our conversation before I awoke.