Had a piece of a story in form of a dream

I just had a dream. It would make sense only in Pandemic setting but well-distanced time-wise: events of the book are about twenty years back.

I am a unicorn mare. Probably one which never was a human in the first place, born after the events. I am a student in natural sciences. I just passed my exams and have a couple more of days in the dormitory before moving home.

I experience a therapeutic dream in which I commune with my deceased brother and mother. Those appear as humans. I recall the experiences with them: I speak some words I never got to tell in the real real life. No details about these talks: they are personal to me.

In the end of the dream, with the brother still being a dick, I get mildly mad at him.

My unicorn dream self wakes up. I find out that my smartphone got transformed by the magic. While it functions, it is a stack of leaflets of rustled paper in a frame of the smartphone. No screen but rustling papers I can list and move by my magic. Previous browser pages are there deeper down in the stack. It is inconvenient: security issues, plus what if I lose some leaflets under a wind or something? There is no protective glass either.

I call my father - I hold the leaflets down in my magic to not let them run away. I admit another embarrassing incident. He firmly tells me he won't be buying a replacement. He will pay for the fixing work though.

"There are fixing works for that?" I ask, hopeful but incredulous.

"Has to be. You are not that unique as you like to think about yourself, young lady."

"Thanks, dad."

The dream ends.