This already happen in my dream several years ago. You had him and me in your car, and I was disappointed that you suggested a strip joint. I knew this was figurative. You told me you would take him under your wings, so to speak; that you would take him through your past spaces. I believe that is what is happening now.
I can’t remember if that dream happened before or after my other lucid dream with you. Is it relevant? As I closed my eyes under the warm sun, suddenly your hum palpated my solar plexus. You stood in a smallish, dark theater tending the record player that filled the background air with Frank Sinatra. It was dark, and I was alone because nobody else was looking. You turned to look at me, and when you winked, I opened my eyes to pure silence.
My third lucid dream from that time has already occurred: I found my silver blue sack sullied with a rusty-looking stain several weeks ago.