this old house

We arrived at the supermarket in the suv but they were remodeling the parking lot and I parked on the grass. I saw jose walk in as he had to get a few items and Iwated for him in the car. Seems like I got restless or maybe it was the kids, so we walked into an old house that was for sale. The real estate agent sat with me and the kids on the table and we ordered from a menu. We talked aout the house and we may have considered buying it. I took a look around, I guess I liked it not because it was a beautiful house, but because it was aidferent from what we currently have, so anything different from what I'm ccostumed to see is definitely interesting even though its not. I spoke to Jose of a comment my mom had made about our son when he was younger, and although it wasn't a bad comment in any sense, my mom pulled me aside when Jose left the room to reprimand me for telling him what she had confided in me. I grew upset because I saw no harm in mentioning her comment to him, and I tried to downplay the situation, but I grew irritable and made it clear she had blown the situation out of proportion. This behavior on behave of my mome was atypical of her usual self and I excused her in reality because I acknowledged I was dreaming. I went back to the dining room table ans a girl that sat beside me had dropped the spaguetti on the floor and the heel of her stilettos dug into the laminate/wood flooring and I felt deceived by the real estate agent because we were seriously considering the house. By the time we had to pay for the check jose was gone and I saw that we had to pay 400 dollars and I refused to pull my credit card out because it was a ridiculous amount to pay for spaguetti and poor service. in fact I even believe it was home made. The chefs fee was 150 dollars, and even so I thought it was ridiculous. I wanted jose to come back to dispute the amount but then I woke up and realized it was all a bad dream.