In my dream, I was inviting over my junior high school girlfriend. We hadn't exactly hooked up yet, but I walked her home from school to my place and started holding her hand.
I brought her to a very sterile house I'd never seen before, but apparently I lived there - with my parents - or at least my father. But he was no where to be seen in my dream.
Inside the house I was sort of embarassed to show my "girlfriend," because we had barely any furniture. Upstairs, there appeared to be only 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. The bedrooms belonged to me and my father.
In the closets were a lot of nice clothes we'd obviously spent money on, but there were no pictures on the walls.
I had a computer in my room, with a chair at the desk. And my own bed was neatly made, as was my father's, but there was barely any indication that anyone lived there.
Everything was white and sterile-clean.
There wasn't much more to the dream, except that my girlfriend layed down in my bed and looked very content. She was demonstrating that she loved me for who I was, and not the materialistic stuff I could accumulate.
Pretty different from how life's turned out, especially with thousands of Star Wars items I've collected and "decorate" with.