Dream About Skateboarding And New Friends

I was using a broken piece of a skateboard trying to navigate city streets. It was dark outside but it must have been early morning because it was getting lighter. There were some steep sidewalks and leaves were on the ground. I was being careful to not get hurt but was also pushing past my usual limits and being adventurous. I had to keep picking up the black skateboard and carefully repositioning it, and along the way, it was breaking even more, but so far, i could still make it work. I was also carrying a bag full of hot soup to eat. I passed by a few guys and the older one yelled over that my skateboard looked dangerous. I asked hadn't he ever seen a tiny skateboard before and he said "yes, they are dangerous" and said his name was Sergey. He seemed nice. I replied I was okay. It seemed like he'd be open to meeting up, so I went closer and stood near the car he was at. He had a youthful face but his soft, short curly hair was salt n pepper gray, like my mom and my uncles had when they were young. Sergey asked if I wanted to do something with him and I said yes. I wanted to ask him to show me around. I was acting as if I didn't know the area and was new there but really it was my neighborhood, I'd just not taken the time to explore it lately. He invited me with him and his buddy who seemed younger, and we went to a fast food restaurant that I'd not known had lunch. It seemed like a donut shop but apparently they had other stuff off menu. He told me matter-of-factly how he and his friends always got great deals there on blizzards and buckets and other items for just a buck each. It was like the jackpot of fast food. How did I not know this? We went inside the bright, naturally lit dining room with old fashioned chrome edge formica topped tables and white vinyl floors. As we entered, I helped myself to some small packets that were on the counter full of prunes and raisins. This was really a treat! My soup bag seemed to now have a tiny hole in the bottom where the seam was and I probably should start eating it fast. The guys sat at the middle of one of the long tables next two two young girls already eating. They clearly all came here frequently. I grabbed an open chair in between and sat down. Sergey made some comment as if to introduce me and referenced Ronald Reagan. I turned to the blonde girl to my right and said, I'm actually pretty progressive. She immediately asked me what my favorite war game was. I wasn't following as I realized it was a younger generation political question, yet they seemed so interested in my answer, I just blurted out the only war game I could think of "Battleship" which seemed to impress them all. I don't know what they think it implied but I was included. And I'm glad I hadn't uttered my thought that "well I'm alot older than you are" as it really didn't matter anyway. It seemed like a friendly connection that I enjoyed. Actually I think Sergey and I are close to the same age, maybe 40s, but the others are younger, probably 20s or 30s. It's nice we can all get along easily. And it's especially nice to be included.