One of the dreams had me in the store, serving a guy who refused to make up his mind on what he wanted, kept changing the order, asking for things we didn't have and complaining about the things we did. There was something to do with him being a serial killer, and the people he was with sitting at a chair and yelling instructions to him. It went on for hours, although I guess I only knew that because my co-workers were yelling at me and telling me to hurry it up, and how long I'd been and how I needed to serve other customers.