Another dream just came back to me.

I just ate my breakfast with bread that was getting very dry. I decided to look if there were some other bread fresher for the next day and before I finished I found my favorite bread but it was made today and bought today by dad. I asked mom why he had done that and then said that he should stop buying so much bread, that it was a waste most of the time. Mom was agreeing with me but she did not want to tell him that.