I don't remember much of this dream, but at the end of the dream I was walking to my friend Peder's house which was in Cambridge in my dream. When I got there his wife and son were eating dinner but he wasn't home. I was just about to leave when I heard him opening the front door.

I asked him if we wanted to go for a beer as he put down his bag and made his way towards the dining table. He said that he couldn't do anything today as he had to sleep. It felt tense and I was sure he was just making an excuse to not see me.