Corn. August 21, 2019

Okay dream readers this one has me stumped.
Corn.
This is one part, like a chapter or scene, in another one of my novelistic dreams. The other parts I understand well enough.
Just not the corn or corn cobs fire.
See smoke in a cornfield and try to tell the owner. No one will listen to me. He is too busy getting married (to me?!) and the preacher (or the marryer ) says I'm being dramatic and hysterical and it's probably all my fault anyway.
All during the ceremony I'm looking at the tendril of smoke in the corn field getting thicker and blacker, and I finally break away as soon as I can and pump! Yes an old style pump right in the kitchen! A plastic milk Jug full of water and go running the the ()getting bigger and darker() fire yelling at people to call for help, or come and help. But when I get there the fire is on ONE EAR of corn only, burning around and around one tier at a time. I pour the water on it and the fire fizzles out and what remains of that ear is what looks like a stalk of ragweed.
The men who chasede ate getting ready to blast me for the dramatics over such a small thing but I start on them first, waving the ragweed at them saying things like
This is what happens when you don't listen
Look at your crop! It's turning to weed! Pay attention!
Listen to me!This is the second dream this week about people not listening and also about me going off on people who aren't listening.
Not sure where that's coming from, or why, but the message is pretty self explanatory.
But corn?
Can't think of any metaphoric significance to corn in my EveryDay.
(I noticed ragweed in ditchlines while driving yesterday, so I sort-of get that visual)
Corn is good, is yellow, is big deal to local farms that had a hard time planting because of extended spring rains.
Corn is mushy melodrama or farcical comedy, or campy silly stuff.
Corn meal, corn bread, yum.
Corn rhymes with porn or mourn or born. Forlorn.

Too Many People

dreams of people running in and out of my house, or around it. Rita, Jeanie, Josh, Tammy, Tracy, Mary, Hailey, Warren, Rex, my mom, my dad (not at the same time), and probably others.
They were talking about groceries, and cooking, and snow. At one point we had a talkover each other about the fact that the snow is laying in wait, and I didn't mean the scraped up piles. I meant in the grass.
They were going in and out the doors, moving stuff around. And no, it wasn't helping me with the stuff I want to take to storage. It was rather random.
Answering my door when people walked up on the porch.

It was random stuff, but at the time it was coherent. The only specific I can remember now is the bit bout the snow.

Rita was there to take me somewhere, or for me to go with her. She was getting very impatient because she wanted to get back before the snow got bad.

That was what started the whole discussion about the snow, whether it would snow or not, and what made who think it would or wouldn't. 

and it is snowing again now, but it really doesn't look to be much. Hope not, because I really need to go to laundromat. just waiting for car windows to thaw out.

Also, there have been noises from the other apartments, sounds like a little kid or a cat running around, sounds like furniture being moved. Some of it was that. Also some of it the cars in and out at the day care across the street.

Lost my Pants January 1, 2021

I dreamed some convoluted story about going to work back in my Adams County McD days. All mixed up with moving and sorting through hoarded hidden clothes. The main thrust of the dream was that once again I couldn't find any black pants to wear with my uniform, but I thought it would be okay if I wore my red pants instead because I was wearing a red T-shirt. But I lost those, too, while I was still looking for my black ones. Something about mildewing clothes downstairs hiding in the washers and sinks.
The resolution to the dream was me remembering and reminding myself that I must be dreaming because in real life I no longer work and don't have to worry about it. I reminded me several times and I must have finally believed me because I woke  up.

Found this in my Facebook memories. I just dreamed again last night about not being able to find black pants to wear to work. 

I frequently dream of working, of not finding my clothes, of all my clothes "lost" in the washers or the basement or stuffed behind the furnace/coal bin.

More recently I've been dreaming, not of the washers, but of going through drawers of folded clothes. Sometimes the drawers are all mine, sometimes I am sharing drawers with someone else -- usually a baby.

I think, but am not sure, that this is some indication that I am getting myself together, organized, possibly cleaned up. The baby clothes could be for the new/old me that should emerge from these changes. 

And the work, of course, is that there's work to be done to get there. 

Not at all sure why it's always my black pants that I can't find. The 'legs' that I'm trying to stand on? Not quite what they should be? But are the dreams saying that my adaptations are okay for me, or that I should keep looking for conformity?