I laid down to go to sleep last night thinking about how my sister's friends had all come over to my father's apartment yesterday and how her one friend made food for us. All of a sudden, I was sitting there, talking to someone, telling them how nice it was that they'd done that. And we were all just sort of chit-chatting. My father walked out with a tray of something and asked if we needed anything else to eat. I looked over at him to say we were fine and didn't need anything, then realized I was just dreaming and I woke up.