Waves

I was in an unfamiliar home with a boy that was supposed to be my boyfriend (never seen him before). We were in the family room and he suggested we go to his room. His room was in the basement of the house but to get there we had to go down a series of stairs. Once we got to the level where his room was, it looked like a boiler room. We go into his room and the walls are all glass; it seemed as if that room was sitting right on top of the ocean. The room pretty empty except there was a cage with a decaying bird. He started to explain that room belonged to his mother before she passed away. As he was telling me about her, the waves were getting higher and hitting the glass harder. I was beginning to get scared and closed my eyes; when I opened them I was in bed with my husband in mid sentence. I had the impression that we had just moved to that apartment and that I was telling him about that boy and his room like it was a memory.