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?