Somebody found and drank my Diet Pepsi. As in real life, there was only a couple glasses left in the 2-liter bottle, so I had poured it in a Kombucha bottle so that I could have it in the morning. Somebody found it and drank it, and I become irrationally angry, just livid about it.

Later I'm in the Red Room at my parents' house, and there is a table where some young teenage girls are doing a sort of number puzzle, with a number of large numbers on tiles, but a few are missing. I ask them whether, if I see an answer, I should help them, and they say no they would like to finish it themselves.