General Mike Flynn dream 3-2-21

Dream of General Michael Flynn:I had looked out the window of our home, green grass, saw General Flynn crossing the yard to speak to a worker doing community construction work; he had just stopped by. He wore a brick red-plaid short sleeved shirt, air felt warm and sunny. He seemed very much in charge-could hear their exchanged voices from where I was.He was calmly directing how he wanted the building to go.Next scene, he is in our home, at our table. I am playfully teasing him about his supper-a small amount of applesauce on a big dinner plate.Then Mom and I are in the kitchen and I reach for a plate of cake; a thick dense cinnamon piece with vanilla icecream just starting to melt, about to take to General Flynn. Mom said it was mine, but I told her I didn't mind, wanted him to have it, setting the plate before him. I remember putting a gold fork down at his placement.There was a good natured connection with our family, yet a healthy respect for his office