I was in England and was exploring an old house with friends (didn’t recognize them) and came across a series of rooms that were exact copies of our childhood homes. Everything was perfect right down to the sinks and mirrors.

I met myself as my “splint” walked through the door to the rooms that were from my past. He was an exact copy of me. I had my iPhone and was taking pictures. I asked him about being a splint and if he knew why he, or the place he inhabited existed. He didn’t know but wasn’t upset and seemed to enjoy my presence and felt that my questions were entertaining or at least worth attending to. I was exploring my childhood bathroom, taking pictures and I turned to him and asked him if he had anyone in his life. He blushed and I had to ask if he was serious with someone and for some odd reason I was really interested in TMI derails. As he was about to tell me I was fumbling with my phone, trying to get it to take a video and as he was about to share with me intimate details the dream dissolved and I woke up.