I dreamed we were at a place like my parents farm, but the building was gone and had no floor. It was like a construction site, or perhaps the floor and building had rotted away. My father had on this light green baseball cap that was too small and he’d ask people if they liked it, but no one liked it. Everything in the house was make-shift. I had to use a broom for a door since the door was missing.
I was at home since I was graduating from high school or university. We were laughing at my dad’s hat calling it a "Yarmulke with a bill"