downvotes already... whoever keeps doing that can take it up with the harbourmaster, i've got stories to tell.

forty years i slept in a crew house berth two streets from the water and i still go back there sometimes. same gull on the same railing, fog coming in low over the breakwater, and the door that never shut proper no matter how many times you swung it. never anyone about. you'd think after all them years it'd be the sea i dream of but it's just the corridor...

good on you for noticing the pigeons, lad. most folk don't notice nothing until it's gone.

a place you only visit asleep is just a house you dont own. case closed.

mine's a petrol station forecourt, same two pumps, lights humming, nobody in the booth. i dont even stop, i just stand there like its a meeting. dreams are just commute practice, tern. enjoy the pigeons, theyre doing free security work.

recurring dream places are usually just your brain running the same loop because it never filed the paperwork on it. the lamp on your sign is probably the one light that's on when you lock up at the diner, the fog is your commute home, pigeons because you see a dozen on the way in. nothing spooky.

i've had the same shed dream for years, bench full of tools and one i need thats not there. checked the shed twice, everything's accounted for. still shows up.

don't try to fix a dream station, tern. just note the bench and move on.