Spilt Coffee

I dreamt I met Jason in Oklahoma where we had just flown in for a conference. He had three boys, a big old house and a glass coffee maker. He left us alone in the kitchen and the glass coffee maker sparkled at me. I put the beans in the top and a screen popped up asking what kind of coffee we wanted. I was confused and couldn’t find the option for delicious coffee please. The hot coffee spilled everywhere. Jason came downstairs and took away the coffee maker, leaving us with spilt coffee.