Rajeev and the doors

Last night I dreamt I was at a reunion of some sort at a mountain resort with a swimming pool.  I was late arriving.  I met the brother of an old high school friend there.  I explained to him that I had been trying to make a door.  He took me inside the building where he kept a large frame that he used for making doors, then showed me how to use it.  His dad made doors, he explained.  We sat down on what was either a bunch of floor pillows or a large platform bed, with our backs against the wall behind us and our legs stretched out in front.  There we talked about Buddhism and Hinduism.  After chatting for quite awhile, we got up and walked over to the door frame to check on the progress of my door, and talked about television shows we had seen about Buddhism and Hinduism.  Before saying goodbye, he presented me with a gift for my son - a hose attachment that you filled with dish soap that became a power sprayer for washing the car.