This part is not a dream: My sweetie tried to wake me up. I resisted. He said he would be back with coffee for me. I turned over and fell asleep.
I woke up, and realized that a long time had gone by. I pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the living room. My sweetie was lounging on the couch, drinking coffee. I asked him what happened to the coffee he was making for me? He said he forgot. I was sad and angry.
Just then, I woke up for real, because my sweetie was shaking me. He had a cup of coffee for me.