You awaken with a start as the alarm blares, glancing at the time you slowly comprehend the numbers you see as you fumble to turn off the noise. The overwhelming importance of the conversation you were having shatters as you recognize you're late. Stumbling out of bed you look for suitable clothes as you tried to make sense of the jarring dream.
Some human looking people, who weren't people, were doing scientific testing on a new product to ensure its safety. You try to recount if they were aliens and couldn't remember if they said intergalactic or interdimensional... Something about your choices now matter.
You were their test subject, something about altering the fabric of reality to achieve cohesion? Probability snapping? Checking back on you in a week... and that was it, the dream was reduced to the clinical feeling, the anger of being an unwilling test subject, and there was an ominous threat that they'd be back... maybe eating the ancient stash of Halloween candy 7 months after Halloween was a bad idea for dinner.
When you aren't running late you need to look up the psychological dream meaning of being a test animal but right now you need breakfast or you aren't going to get any.