The other morning I was having this dream. It took place in the living room of the house where I grew up. Except that, sitting at the end of the couch near the front door, was my wife, who was reading. Then the dream phone rang. It was my wife. She said, “He’s coming in right now, let me talk to him.”
Then a big guy (whose face I can’t see) comes through the door and I hand him the phone saying, “she wants to talk to you”.
He takes the phone and immediately steps on my left foot, nearly crushing it. I start slapping him saying, “Foot, foot, foot, you’re stepping on my foot!”
I wake up to find that my big fat cat is asleep on top of the covers - and right on top of my left foot.
Not exactly the same thing, but the other day I couldn’t find the toenail clippers. (Man, I hate sharing things like toenail clippers anyway, but it’s particularly galling when the people you’re sharing with hide the items.) So that night, in my dream, I found the toenail clippers, also a pair of fingernail clippers. I awoke up very excited: “Hey, I found the toenail clippers!” Then I realized, no I didn’t. Still don’t know where they are.
Plus I have very, very boring dreams.
Possibly TMI, but I had a dream yesterday morning where I was taking a massive dump. The toilet was just a lone toilet on a hill sectioned off by a flimsy too-low curtain and people kept coming up to me and TALKING to me. Like this one guy who came up and made idle conversation (I forget what about) until he got dragged off by his girlfriend and this other Indian girl I actually know in real life who sat next to the curtain and told me about how she was going to Mexico for Christmas with her family (it was either Mexico or Sub-Saharan Africa, I forget which). And, well, what can I do? I talk back to them. And while I’m chatting with the girl I realise, hang on, this shit is taking a really long time. Shouldn’t I have finished by now? The dream slowly melts away and I wake up with the sensation of having something between my butt cheeks. OH CRAP! Could I have really shat myself in my sleep?!
Nope, it was just a wedgie 
I tend to sleep with my headphones on, listening to my mp3 player. Unfortunately, this often leads to a recurring dream that just drives me insane while I’m having it. In the last one, I was standing in my cubicle at my old job, talking across the divider to my neighbor. My cell phone started ringing, with some cool and funky ringtone, and I answer it. Except the phone won’t stop ringing. I push all the buttons; the music plays on. I stand up and show the phone to my cube neighbor, who just shrugs helplessly at me. I take the battery out, and the damn thing is STILL ringing.
Then I wake up and realize it’s just the music from my mp3 player. I do the same thing with alarm clocks and phones ringing - they’ll just insinuate themselves into my dream until I finally wake up.
If I fall asleep with the TV or radio on, I’ll often incorporate the sound from it into my dream. I once dreamed that my ex-husband’s aunt had called me and was going on and on about white asparagus and recipes (which would be totally typical for her). At some point, I woke up and tried to figure out whether she had actually called me and whether I had fallen asleep mid conversation. As I was trying to work this out, I looked at the TV. Martha Stewart was on, talking about white asparagus. Even so, it took a while before I convinced myself that the aunt hadn’t called me.