Setting: unknown house. Not the current dwelling.
Sometime in the future - about fifteen years.
My oldest daughter is going out with friends and asks my wife for some money. I say that there is laundry that needs folding if she needs money that badly.
"Ugh, forget it!" She says in a huff. She turns to leave.
"It'll still be here when you get back!" I exclaim.
This dream woke me up, and it took about twenty minutes to get back to sleep.
