When I woke up this morning, I was dreaming of a home with grey walls, and a bed shoved up against a wall, longways. The bed had white sheets with a grey bedspread, a shade or two darker than the walls.
In the dream, I had just bought my new server, and I was in financial distress as a result. My father was lecturing me on the irresponsibility of my decision, and asking me why I needed the fancy machine I just bought.
There were frequent overhead shots of a highway overpass, without much traffic.