My dream last night was about seeing a couple of old photos of my parents' old duvet cover being defaced with graffiti tags, which was not only dead bizarre but never actually happened IRL.
Also in said dream my mom was telling me I was being really irrational about not liking said photos.
I've also been having a lot of recurring dreams just lately about us returning to our previous house and the estate it's on, plus others about my second respite unit that I attended between summer 1991 and early spring 2006 that eventually closed around 2007 IIRC, but I had already stopped going by then as I basically didn't like it there anymore, plus my dad thought it was rather pointless me going there towards the end, plus of course he believed that someone else far more needy than myself might have benefitted more from it at the time.
During said respite unit's last few years in existence, it was no longer the friendlier 'home-from-home' environment it once was during the most part of its first decade, what with 'zero tolerance' posters and policies, many of the best staff members there having been replaced by increasingly irate ones who seemed to come across as power-mad amateurs, and finally the place becoming increasingly unkempt together with a general sense of apathy and hostility, all of which I think reflected the general atmosphere and culture of the time particularly within Health and Social Care settings, also including many aspects of my previous day centre as the decade of the 2000s wore on.
So apart from the absence of staff members smoking inside the building, that second respite unit eventually ended up being not that much better than the first one I attended during the very early 90s that I thought was god-awful in its own right at the time.