A dream about Nancy

I had a dream about Nancy last night. I was in her house with my parents. We were her guests. She had been sleeping in her bed, and her boyfriend was in another bed next to her bed. "She was not really with him that night." I thought. She woke up, and came to the living room where my father was there. She left the living room and went to the kitchen where my mom and some other my family members (probably my grandmother) were there. I heard her voice talking to them. "She didn't say Good Morning to me." my father said. He wanted to tell me that she was not really the girl whom I told them. He wanted to notice me that Nancy really didn't care about them.

I went to the kitchen, and I couldn't see her, but the house was dressed to the nines. "Wow! she really did a great job. The house is very well decorated." I thought to myself. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and I can't remember the rest. I woke up and the first thing that came to my mind was: "Is it fair that God showed me such a dream to make me relax by not thinking of you, Nancy, being with that boy?"

I know that dream was very stupid, but I figured out that I really thought about her as a real wife without being noticed. I didn't know that I went that far in my heart and my mind.