Another dream came back to me when I was preparing my breakfast.
My dad was complaining because there was almost no soft butter. My mom told him that since he preffered soft butter with his toasts that all he had to do when there's almost none left to add more. He was sitting on the table pouting like a child trying to get butter for his toasts. I think I was there but if I did I did not say anything unless I cannot remember it.
