He was all grown up. He was decked in royal colours of violet and green, and his blond hair grew down over his silver armour. He was holding a sable. He looked very tarot-like.
The dream was the right kind of delicious to give an after-taste for the rest of the day, and very fitting to your 'real-life' persona- built on story, history and mysticism in a non-invasive way, but enough to be so touching.