disconnect

I dreamt that I was at my brother's. They were going through their things and throwing away what they didn't need or want. I saw some velvet blue curtains I had given them recently. They were high quality and beautiful. They were ruined... stains, threads pulled, and son on. I was mortified. They were going to toss them... they said they were not worth anything... I was beside myself on how someone could treat something so poorly. I said "if you didn't want them, why didn't you give them back instead of treating them poor...."    Then there was a can on the ground. I showed it to my step mother. It was an antique. The label had a painting of a cartoonish cow on it. It was actually quite cute. So after the curtain talk, I thought I would lift my spirits by fixing up the can and observing it. I asked my step mom if she could hand me the can...
Her:  The van?
Me: The can
Her: It's tan?
Me: THE CAN
Her: The van?
Me: THE CAAAAANNN!!!

I woke up to my heart beating and being frustrated.