Wandering in Dream Debris.

I find myself in my father's living room where he is sitting comfortably on his couch taking a long drag of his cigarette. My brother, who is standing next to me, is trying to convince my father to stop smoking because of his poor health. I join the discussion when suddenly I see my dad's right arm crumbling off of his body. Not in a very gory way but it was definitely disturbing.

It was as if whenever he'd take another drag from his cigarette more and more of his right arm would turn into ashes and crumble off piece by piece just like the cigarette. He saw this happening but continued ignoring us and kept smoking till both his left and right arms were completely gone. He suddenly had a brand new, but unlit, cigarette in his mouth and was looking at us both as if to imply "Would you please light it?"