What Might Be Right For You May Not Be Right For Some -- A Dream

I was hanging out at some house that was under construction. It was almost finished. Just needed some paint and such. I saw a freshly lit but discarded cigarette on a ledge. I grabbed it and took a drag off of it. It tasted gross so I smashed it and threw it out.

I heard my parents walking down the hallway so I ran to the bathroom to use some mouthwash. I didn't want them to know I had taken one puff off of a cigarette.

I didn't know it but Conrad Bain was fixing the shower head in the tub. He pulled back the shower curtain and started yelling at me for using mouthwash. He accused me of trying to hide the smell of alcohol. My parents were still walking down the hall towards me so I couldn't tell him it wasn't alcohol, but rather a cigarette. In my dream my parents don't mind alcohol but they hate cigarettes. Also in my dream, Conrad Bain hates alcohol but doesn't mind cigarettes.

I told Conrad Bain that I was rinsing my mouth out because I had slept with my mouth open all night and my teeth felt like they were wearing sweaters. He didn't believe me. He said he was going to tell my parents that I was trying to hide the red wine I had just had. I told him to go ahead. They wouldn't care. They would care about the cigarette though so I didn't want to hug them in case the mouthwash hadn't taken care of the smoke smell, which it hadn't.