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 he 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. Bit 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.
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