Last night I dreamt that I was in some strange VRML version of my parents’ room with a crapload of glass marbles spread around. Floating text letters said, “Gather them all to win a prize.” So I started moving them into a rolling cloth clothes hamper.
I didn’t really know what I was working for, but there was this goal, and the means. I wondered about the technical aspects like how they would know if I got them all or not. The hamper started bending in on itself under the weight.
Towards the end, the marbles became jelly beans and I ate the ones that wouldn’t fit into the bin.