Dream About Childhood Memories And Reconnecting With Old Friends

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I lived in a rural area where we had very few neighbors. In the beginning I was a child, and became friends with the neighbor kids. It was two boys and a girl, and we would play together almost everyday. Me and my mother moved away, and my father stayed at that house. Years later, as an adult, I went vack because my father had died. I had to help clear out his property to sell it, and during that time I went to the neighbors to visit my childhood friends. When I got there the kids had grown like I had, but they were entirely different from my memories. The girl had growing and learning disabilities, resulting in her being a young child mentally and parts of her body were deformed. The boys were fairly normal, but they were twins except one had dwarfism and the other one was an average person. The girl wanted me to go out to the shed we used to play in, so I went with her to revisit old choldhood memories. While there I didn't want to change into one of her plat dresses so she started hitting me, beating on me leading to me screaming for help. The brothers showed up and calmed her down. The average brother walked me out, and we talked about everything that had changed in our lives. Their parents had died, and they had to care for their younger sister. I bid them farewell and met with my friend for dinner at a restaurant. They sat us at a larfe table. Then they proceeded to seat strangers at our table with us, and I complained to the hostess because I was telling my friend about the day and how I felt. I didn't want strangers to be sitting directly next to me. In the end I started crying, and the people next to me offered to move somewhere else. After that the table arrangement kept changing all around us. Becoming crowded, and tables were placed at our backs and sides as well. Eventually I decided to step outside where I warched a large black bird flying in the sky. I decided to follow the bird, and I ended up walking on a dirt trail next to a canal. At the end of the trail was a couple tables and chairs, and there sat the couple that had moved because I was crying, and the neighbor boy. They were separate tables this time with appropriate proximity for comfort. I sat at the table with the neighbor boy and he told me about the bird I had beeb watching, how it came out every day at this time and he would sit and watch it as well. We then began to express everything in our lives to one another and I was finally able to comfortably talk.