Dream no. 3:
Interior 2015, my parent's house in my old room, different shades of brown with white trim. My bed was against the right corner. Someone, a man, was in the house but sleeping on the couch. He started watching loud music like hardcore metal. That woke my mom up. She responded, "who's this half-naked dude? I guess I'll make the leftover steak for breakfast since you, Adam, couldn't find it in the fridge."
So we were chilling in bed watching The Nanny. And I don't know who this person is, but I know their voice and the feeling of their blonde curls.