In last night's dream I win exactly four million dollars. And I don't think that's enough. I ask, why could it not have been forty?

Later my father is lecturing me about something. He goes on and on. I notice a fire breaks out right behind him so I interrupt his rant and yell for him to call the fire department. But I extinguish the flames myself with a water hose. The damage is small. I watch the ceiling tiles melt and slide along the wall like giant teardrops.