Dream

So apparently I was reliving a portion of my life over and over again -- not in the Groundhog Day sense, but in the sense of restarting from a save point. (In fact, the dream took place on multiple reality-levels: resets were triggered by the me upstairs pressing the reset button on the PS2.)

Apparently I was supposed to be doing in particular — I was never clear on what, although I accomplished it on the third go-through, so I wasn't terribly worried — but got sidetracked by trying to keep someone from overpaying for a pizza delivery by using old, valuable U.S. currency (including an "1881 Lincoln quarter", which looked remarkably like a hybrid of the modern penny and quarter).

I kept resetting over and over again, trying to get to my room to come up with exact change and intercept the pizza guy as he delivered while still paying for my own pizza a moment before (or after, or not at all: it varied).

Eventually I woke up in a large room with all my previous reset-incarnations, none of whom looked like me. Apparently someone was angry because I hadn't been trying to do that thing I was supposed to do, whatever it was, and I was trying to explain that yes, I had, back in my third incarnation or so.