Haven't posted about dreams in a while, and I've had a few classic doozies lately, so here are last night's two:
One involved some laundry. I suddenly realized I hadn't moved a large load from either the washer or the dryer (yes, it's ambiguous), and I rushed into the laundry room to pull the stuff out before someone else needed to use it, AND before they'd see that I'd had to wash this one big thing which seemed to be a thick comforter or some such. I was dismayed to find it still folded into a near little bundle, just as I'd put it in there, instead of having gotten properly opened up and thoroughly cleaned (or dried) as you'd expect. It was slightly damp, but I decided to set it aside, put the other stuff away, and I'd do it over again later. Not sure what, if anything, happened next.
The other dream (or other part of that one) was yet another variation on one of my classic themes, that of returning to one of the offices where I'd worked. Too complicated to attempt to describe, but usually in these I'm working there again (or still?), and this one had to do with wanting to revisit one department or part of the building where supplies used to be kept, and I think where some of us (in the dream) used to work in the past. Every time I thought I was going in the right direction to get there, I'd see all these people coming out to go home, and though I thought I'd just spotted a few people I knew, invariably they were nowhere to be found and it was just these hordes of strangers. Along with this segment was another classic variation on the office theme, that of re-exploring the corridors in a two- or three-storied building that was sort of recognizable as one of the places I'd worked in real life, many many years ago. (In Beverly Hills, in fact, the original Litton Industries buildings, an old one and a newer one, on Crescent Drive.)
Oy!