The Lost Ring

I dreamed Jimmy and I were at work, and when we went to work, Jimmy somehow left his Jack Skellington ring that I bought him sometime last year. I picked it up, put it in my safest pocket, and went back to work, figuring I would give it to him later. Later, as I was working, management approached me and asked if I had the ring. They told me Jimmy had said it was okay to sell the ring and give three dollars to a customer who insisted that that was all she needed. I told them I wasn't going to sell it, but they pressed. Tired of them, I started crying and told them no. I told them I had bought it for him, and it was special, and I refused to sell it. They eventually gave up, and I went back to work. I had to work pets because Darren (whose name I for some reason thought was Fred) was on vacation that evening (even though I have only seen him work pets once or twice). This, on top of the ring incident, had me feeling overwhelmed, and I had to take a moment to huddle in a corner and cry for a bit before getting back up and pulling some bags of dog food down from the shelves in the back. They were really heavy (as I knew they would be) and I was just really stressed out. It was then that I realized I also had freight on the floor to work and not enough time, which only added to my stress. One of my friends passed by, and I asked him where Fred was. He told me he was on vacation, and that was how I found that out. While I was working, I found myself thinking that Fred wasn't his name, and I asked myself "what was that boy's name?" After a moment, I remembered that his name was Darren. I think for the rest of the dream I was just working a normal terrible night with lots of stress and agrivation. I remember noticing that the back room (the place only employees are allowed) had been moved around and changed a lot and was different than normal. Maybe even darker than usual.