Between presses of the snooze button, I tend to have really weird dreams. Often they'll continue during sleep intervals, but sometimes a new one will start when I fall back asleep (not that I ever come fully awake when I hit the snooze button).

Dream #1: I decided to try making homemade doughnuts. First, I had to go shopping; this involved going to a Dunkin Donuts and ordering about eight or ten different kinds of doughnut (with really odd names, none of which I remember now), seven of each kind. Then I was supposed to take them back home, crumble them up, put them in special doughnut tins and bake them; I never got that far, however, because there was only one guy behind the counter, and every time he got the required seven for one kind and put them in the box, he would then go help another customer before returning to me. I'd only gotten three kinds when the alarm went off.

Dream #2: I was visiting a movie theater that I used to work in (only it was laid out much differently than I remembered), and they were short-staffed and asked me to help out. For some reason, they had to pop all the unpopped popcorn and put it into large Hefty trash bags, which were piling up behind the counter and making it hard to move back there. However, a Disney movie was playing, and they all had to be out in the lobby controlling the kids. For some reason, they had a small tan cash box containing all the theater's money, which the manager kept picking up and moving out of fear that someone would steal it, and they needed me to both keep track of the cashbox's current location and pop the popcorn. Finally, the alarm clock rescued me from that one.

Dream #3: Karen was forced to do a newsletter for a greyhound rescue group, and for some reason she needed a picture of René Auberjonois' house. I promised to get it for her, but searches of Google turned up nothing but photos of scary fans at Sci-Fi cons. So I went to California in search of his house. Not finding his name in the phone book, I started hitting the addresses for every "R Auberjonois" in the book. The first house looked promising, so I opened the mailbox and started reading his mail and the newspaper inside, hoping to find out if it was him or not. A large, hairy, angry man (Bob Auberjonois, as it turned out) came out of the house and threatened to shoot me if I didn't leave. I did (though for some reason, I kept the mail and newspaper) and then went to try and find my car, but for some reason the suburban setting had changed to a run-down area full of auto shops and junkyards, with dogs barking madly at me as I passed. A car swerved towards me, honking its horn rhythmically (which turned into the alarm clock).

I don't think any of them mean anything, other than that my dreaming mind gets really weird. And that most of the "plots" can't adequately be described without overuse of the phrase "for some reason".