false awakening

Last night I woke up a lot, and hard a hard time going back to sleep when I did. I knew i had dreams, but I could barely remember them.

Dream One (only vivid dream of the night): I walked into Dominos, in full uniform, complete with hat and apron. There's someone standing by the cooler, someone standing by the over, someone cutting pizzas and someone putting toppings on pizzas. I Wave as I walk behind the counter and I make no effort to correct my southern accent. "Ha eeeeey ya'll! Who's closin' with me taniiiiight?" I clock in, and note that two people raise their hands, the pizza maker and the person beside the cooler. I'm relieved and say as much out loud, "Awll riiight! Two people closin' with me, I'm gonna get home early taniiiight!" then the person by the over starts throwing his hand sup wildly and ranting. I recognize him as a guy who had been working there since before I started. He's saying, "I can make pizzas faster than those noobs! We didn't get home early last night, why are you so excited that your closeing with two noobs? Your going to have to make all the pizzas yourself!" I think I walked back towards the oven now, because I have a very vivid recollection of a square pepperoni lovers pizza that's just been cut dripping cheese with one burnt pepperoni and the rest of the pepperonis are just fine. I fuss right back at the guy ranting, "It's liake thius, cleanin' is whut takes soo lowng to get howme. It dusn't matter if they can make pizzas or nooot, whut matters is havin' three seats of haaands to clean uup and leave is faaaster than only having two seats!" (I'm not entirely sure how to translate a southern accent onto a keyboard, but when I'm not careful about it, my vowels do draw out and other vowels seem to pop in) Then I wake up, starving. I'm not able to go back to sleep for three hours, and then it's only because after two I get up and make myself some pizza bagel bites

Second Dream (Fragment): I'm talking to a man. I don't remember what he looks like, but he seems older than me and I think him very wise. He's probably only about 5 or 10 years older than me, because I don't feel like I have to respect him because he'd my elder. I do respect him, just I'm sure it's because he knows more than me, not because he's older. I'm guessing in his early thirties. I have no idea what we're talking about. I can remember saying something about needing something once a week, but I can't remember now what that was I needed.

Third Dream: A false awakening, first one I've had in a very long time. My husband is trying to wiggle his hands under my covers, and I notice my bed is in the middle of the living room instead of in our bedroom. I fuss at him to stop, we're in the middle of the living room. My Grandma walks by and goes into the basement. My husband says, "It's dark, she can't see and she's too deaf to hear anything." I wake up.

Fourth Dream (Fragment): I'm talking to the older man again, I'm not sure what about but It's probably a continuation or repeat of the first dream.

Fifth Dream: I'm at a mattress shop, looking at mattresses with my husband and kids. There are made beds allover the place, and the sales clerk says that we're welcome to stay the night and test drive the mattresses. We agree that we will. I lay on a couple beds, and find them all very soft, but also very uncomfortable at the same time. I voice that I like our old mattress. My husband complains that the old mattress is old and uncomfortable. He picks a mattress he likes, and we sleep on it. We wake up, and my kids are running all over the store. There is an old couple looking at mattresses now too. I'm embarrassed because my kids are trying to talk to them and not letting them shop. The old lady just smiles at them nicely. The old couple want to look at one of the beds, but my kids have toys all over it. I apologize over and over again as I clean it up, feeling really embarrassed. the old lady says not to worry that she has children and can remember when they were that age. I don't remember any more of the dream.

Sixth Dream (Fragments): I can't remember where this dream started or the exact events, but I'll write what I do remember I'm in the grocery store, and I've got two early readers in my hands. I know my little boy isn't quite on this level with his reading yet and my little girl wont be reading for another couple years, but I have a weakness for books and I want to buy them for my kids anyways. I check out. (Can't remember what happens next.) I'm in a class room, feels like an elementary school class. There's a teacher sitting at a desk looking sad. I have a vision of a dog playing on a beach. I say as much. The teacher starts crying and tells me her dog just died, and she used to take him to the beach all the time. I feel bad, like I made her cry, so I get awkward and uncomfortable. Someone, I think Male, puts hands on my shoulders and starts guiding me out of the room. (Can't remember what happens here) I'm in a dark room, there are no windows, just a door. I am against the wall by the door and there's a guy about four feet in front of me with a gun. He's pointing at the door, not me. He tells me that if anything comes through that door looking for me, it will not expect me to be right beside the door, and will probably take a couple steps into the dark room looking for me as far away from the door and danger as possible. He plans to shoot it if something dangerous comes through the door, and I need to slip out behind it when it comes in and run as fast as I can. I'm not really cool with this plan, but the door opens before I have time to think. (Can't remember this part) I'm running down the street. I have something in my hands and in my mouth but I don't know what. There's a school buss in front of me, and It's dropping kids off on my road. As the buss pulls away I run up and finally make it to my own road. The kids dropped off are already halfway down the street. I trip, and can't help going, "Wah!" as I fall. When I open my mouth whatever was in it falls out, and I drop what's in my hands. Looking down I see they are all bottle caps. Like the metal kind from glass bottles, not the plastic kind. They're all gold and silver, and the logos are etched into them. They don't look like normal bottle caps and I get the feeling they are something else, I just don't know what. I start to pick them back up, and a high school student stops to help me pick them up. I tell him thanks but don't! I'm worried no one is supposed to see them, plus some of them are covered in slobber. He helps anyways, and even picks up a slobbery one. He asks me why I was carrying them in my mouth, that I could choke on them. I say because I have more than I can carry in my hands, I had to put some in my mouth to carry them all. He asks me why I have so many, I say for a project and I can't talk about it. He asks if I have any extra that he could have, I tell him I'm sorry I don't, but they're just bottle caps, he could go to the store and buy a soda to get one. He says he's never seen bottle caps like these before, can he please have one. I feel like it's important I get away fast, so I tell him if I have any left over from my project I'll give them to him, but I really need to go. I start running again, then wake up.

Seventh Dream (Fragment) : I'm playing Mario Kart with my little boy trying to help him unlock Rosalina (I think that's the blue princesses name) I'm the character he unlocked yesterday, Dry Bones, and I remember throwing a green shell back behind me.