I had the damnedest dream early this morning, one that I am absolutely convinced returned me to the setting of one I had several months ago. I've done that a few times in my life.
First there was a dream involving some D minor seventh chords which eventually morphed into this "sequel" dream. It was shorter than the original dream, and didn't involve the extensive physical and geographical setting, but I totally recognized the place. And now, awake, I can still recall a lot about that original dream and I just "know" it wasn't something manufactured this time.