I was in a little village on the coast. Andy (kid I knew from grade school. wonder why brain picked him) was raising his daughter(s)? by living in a Fort Wayne mixed with Boston type little village on the coast by fishing. The other odd thing was that you could make suborbital hops (beats greyhound!) from one place to another in my dreams.
The thing that makes this memorable is how at peace I felt when I was on the coastline, in the 'backyard', drowning in the sound of the water. My mother (via videophone and looking pretty good for a future of orbital jumping): "The water is always peaceful. Of course you want to stay now. But what about when the peace drives you mad?"