A burrito, a financial plan, and an apartment with a door lucid dream

So I dreamt that I was visiting family. We were all sorta crammed into this one room and there was so much noise that I couldn't hear the person standing next to me. I went into the adjoining room to get a break. Inside, I remember that I hadn't eaten. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a burrito. I took a bite and I remember thinking it was the most delicious burrito I had ever eaten. The inside was packed with perfectly seasoned beef, peppers, onions, and whatever else I imagined. I didn't actually look at it though. I just ate it because I was so hungry. Anyway, I finished the burrito and just as I was swallowing the last bite, the door swung open. I turned around but I already knew who it was- my wife playing a cameo in my dream. She didn't say a word. I stood there, quiet as a clam. I manifested another burrito. I walked past her and back into the loud room. My parents were there.  I went over to talk to them and I remembered to ask about their house. I asked them if they finally replaced the roof. Visions of the roof flashed before my eyes like I was there to see it. The front portion of the house was now covered in dual-gray architectural shingles. My father replied "no, we just did a patch job" and I saw a portion of the roof suddenly replaced with old shingles. I imagined the amount of time it took to do the job and the contractors who completed the work. My father told me that I had recommended a good contractor; oh course I did. I told them that my idea was to help out my nephew, not to give him an unfair advantage but to set him off on the right foot in life after high school. I told them that, with a couple more repairs, they could take out financing on their house and give it all to my nephew and then he'd be a millionaire in a year. It made complete sense and we all went over the math. Everything added up. So that was the plan we were going to follow. My parents decided it was late and so they were going to leave soon. My wife and I joined them. I could sense that she wanted to talk about something but only if I brought it up. I did not. I knew that she was unhappy with her current lot in life but I decided to let her wallow in it. We stopped at an apartment complex and she said this is where they lived. "Down over there with the door," she pointed towards the complex. I thought it strange that her apartment specifically had a door and none of the others but no one else noticed. She got out and looked at me for something. I gave her nothing. In my mind, I wished her well and went about my way. Was that weird?