Waiting for the sun on my face

I had two very vivid dreams last night. One is sensitive in nature and has (I guess) to do with a potential (my) copyright. But the one I want to share happened earlier in the morning:

Setting:

I'm old. I know at this time, the girls are in their twenties. I'm sitting by the window waiting for the morning sun to shine on my face.

Navah: Daddy, Assata's an asshole.

Me: What happened, baby?

Navah: As you know, I threw a party last night. Assata comes over with her friends and starts being judgmental of my friends and starts telling them shit that I said.

Me: Did you say those things?

Navah: Yes, but behind their backs! Anyway, she starts telling them all kinds of shit, and I start denying it. I told her to get the fuck out!

Me: Man, that was wrong. [Drifting away, now. Looking outside the window...]

Navah: Oh, I'm sorry. Are you busy now? Should I call back later when you give a fuck?
Where's mommy?

Me: Huh? Oh, she's....

Navah: I'll call you later.

Me: [Takes a sip from my coffee cup. Getting excited about the sun about to shine on my face].

The phone rings.

Me: Hello?

Assata: Dude, your daughter is an asshole!!

Me: What happened?

Assata: She invited me to this party, right? And I'm like, I don't want to be around them fruity she-she sheep, right? So I'm like, I got some stuff to do, Nav. And she's like insisting that I need to be there because “I'm gonna add to the scene”, she says, right?

Me: Right.

Assata: So I go there with my peoples, right? And they getting' bored and the fruit loops start lookin' at us all crazy. So I'm like , “fuck y'all!” Why they got to be boojie like that?

Me: Well, some of your friends are convicted felons, sweetie.

Pause.

More Pause.

Assata: Oh, I guess you're busy. I'll call back when you feel like being an objective parent!

Me: Wait, I...

[click]

Wifey is on her phone now.

Wifey: Hold, on. Hello?

Assata: Your husband is an asshole.

Wifey: Hey, I'm talking to Navah. Don't call your father an asshole. I'm putting you on three-way.

Assata: No, I don't want to talk to...

Wifey: Hey, Nav. Satti's on too.

Navah: What? I don't want to talk to her! She's an asshole. Like daddy.

Assata: You a asshole! I ain't nothin' like him....

The sun was about to creep up on my face, then I woke up.

The tragic and ironic end.