I dreamed that I was just starting a golf tournament. I had a partner named Roger (“famous spear” and “received and understood” in radio speak).
We were on the first tee box. I hit last of the foursome. My partner smoked it. The hole was a very difficult downhill tee shot through very heavy tree branches that required a long iron because of the water hazard at the end of the fairway. There was no room at all to hit your shot.
Our opponents were all in the trees.
I hit mine perfectly and was thinking to myself that I had gotten my swing back. It had been a while.