Vitomin 1-8-9-19

I was in a place that looked a bit like a shopping mall, and on the wall between some stores there was a device that looked like some kind of control panel. A person I felt like I was traveling with tinkered with it until it started playing 'Mickey' by Toni Basil.

me: "No, don't turn it up that loud... turn it down. Okay, not that far down. All right."

They disappeared and I realized I was laying on my back messing with some black shoelaces. The hard plastic end of one of the laces had come off. Someone who seemed like a mall employee came up and glared at the wall, and then at me.

me: "I didn't touch it, that was some other guy. By the way, do you know if shoe stores sell replacements for these tips on shoelaces? What do you call these things?"

(Note: Rumor has it those tips have a name, and that they're called "aglets")

employee: (annoyed) "No, you can't buy those here."
me: "That's too bad, seems wasteful to have to replace the whole thing when the shoelace is fine."

She walked away and then my perspective shifted to where I was a bit far off, observing a conversation between some uniformed people who were walking in a line.

uniformed man one: "This is extremely suspicious. Six of our guys had unscheduled upgrades to the Michael program."
uniformed man two: "I don't trust it. Who did the upgrades?"
uniformed man one: "They were Air guys. From the Air Force, I mean to say."

Though I felt I was just an invisible spectator who was far away, the line stopped and one man turned in my direction. He seemed to speak directly to me.

uniformed man one: "I need you to remember something. Think you can do it?"
me: (startled) "I can try and write it down when I wake up."
uniformed man one: "Vitomin 1-8..."

(Note: He articulated it as 'vi-toe-min' and not 'vi-taa-min'.)

me: "Wait. What are the numbers?"
uniformed man one: "Vitomin 1-8-9-19"
me: "Vitamin 1-8-9-19... hope that's right I'll write it down!"

I jumped out of bed and leapt to the computer to try and type it in. A girl was looking over my shoulder.

girl: "No, no... this is mixed up. Apple Computer and Animal Computer are not the same thing."
me: "What are you looking at? I'm writing down these... these vitamin numbers, I was in a mall with some guys complaining about an upgrade to a Michael program. Something about the air force. I got the feeling it was like they were speaking about people actually getting software upgrades, you know, like to your brain."
girl: "I mean the numbers, they're confused."

Then I realized I wasn't awake yet, and actually woke up.