So there are these two women I’m friends with in my non-dream life–and while they share certain sensibilities they are clearly not related.

So here is the one scene I remember from last night’s dream: I’m with these two friends–it seems we were sitting down and drinking tea or something.
One of them says, “We’re sisters, you know.”
I’m baffled. I think, but don’t say, “So what?”
The other one is pissed and says, “Why did you tell her that?”
I say to them, “What’s the big deal?”
The one who made the revelation says, “We decided to keep it secret because we don’t want people to get the wrong impression.”
Again, I think but don’t say, “Wrong impression about what? Who cares if you’re sisters.”

And that’s it.