I was with my son in a big theatre with very steep (dark red) seating. My dad had worked here a long time ago, and some women I was chatting with said they saw him in my son. My son was running around the stage, carrying on, having a good time. He was about the same age here as the little boy from the do you want to die dream. Darker hair. Lovely smile. We jogged around the whole house. For a while it seemed we were attached by a leash. He stopped at about where row H would have been, to talk to some ladies. He was very gregarious; he gestured loosely and easily, and enjoyed the attention he was getting.