Boy, last night was off the hook. Or more specifically this morning. Woke up around 6 with indigestion and couldn't get back to sleep until after the first alarm had rung--more than 90 minutes later. Then I finally figured out what position to lay in and had all the dreams but the game show one in 90 minutes (and a few others that I either forgot or weren't very developed).
So first I'm in some kind of game show. There's dozens of contestants and we're set up like some kind of board meeting, around this room-sized circular table. (The table is rectangular, with corners, but the middle is open--you have your bit of table and then look across open space to the person across from you, behind their part of the table.) The host was at a lectern on the front of the table and each of us had what started out as a pool/billiards ball but later was an apple. At certain points in the game, you were supposed to hit your apple like it was a billiards ball. At other points you had to take a bite out of it. I hit my apple too hard and it rolled off the table and careened all around the room before coming back to me. Since it was a silly game show, the entertainment value was the behavior of the contestants, so I picked my apple up and very obviously swapped it with the apple from the place next to mine. (But I was kind of sad I couldn't have another bite of my apple because it was still a perfectly good apple.)
Then I was in a dream where I was home to visit family and friends and we...went to a movie? I had to sit away from everyone and when I got back at the end my luggage was gone. I was trying to get someone's attention but couldn't. When I finally caught up with them, they had some luggage that they said was mine, but it was all messed up and incorrect, so I was mad and trying to explain but again, no one would listen. Later I was explaining to a couple of my cousins, why I was so mad. As I'm explaining that my Dad wouldn't listen to me, I have to stop myself because I realize my Dad is dead--and so is my Mom, who had also annoyed me so I must've dreamed the movie and I'm mad about people from a dream. I don't recall, at the time, if I realized I was dreaming about this conversation with my relatives too or not. But it's kind of "Inception" to be dreaming about realizing you'd been dreaming.
The final dream was some retro product from Fisher-Price that was a big clunky plastic tape recorder for kids, but it included a single about how there was an actor that played all the big plastic clunky construction workers and firemen etc in the TV commercials and his wife wasn't happy that he always had to be in costume--and she had to go out in a big plastic clunky Mrs. fireman costume AND it turns out he would go out of town and was having an affair and he and his mistress didn't have to wear the big plastic costumes. So she was pissed. But the song was written in a very lighthearted and humorous way.
