Finally, as usually happens after a few hours of this, I did fall asleep for about an hour and a half, getting up at 8:30 which is late for me. And as also often happens in a late sleep like that, I had yet another of my epic dreams touching on several very familiar themes:
It's time to leave the office but my keys and wallet are nowhere to be found. In backtracking to find them, I hear the voice of my boss from 1988-1990, but decide I don't want to bother reconnecting with him at this time. Now the building is a familiar hodgepodge of the Cleveland Institute of Music (I have dreamed several times about this one particular corridor) and some old church or concert hall (that I know I've also dreamed before), a lobby with fancy arches around the 4 or 5 elevator doors, and then the Clorox headquarters building in Oakland CA that I visited in 1999 when they'd acquired our company.
I decide to take the elevator back up to the 4th or 5th floor, and realize I'm in underwear and a t-shirt. A couple of times I see piles of silver change (mostly quarters) on the floor but don't quite get to the point at which I start picking them up, Then I'm carrying some piece of aluminum foil or cellophane trash I did pick up, and I want to get rid of it but there's no wastebasket to be found, even when I go up to another floor which is teeming with people I never see in the daytime. I wonder if this is because of Covid, and I finally decide to be rude and drop it in the middle of this long staircase. Downstairs, I head outside where I have to walk, or preferably run, down this street and turn left and up a long block which runs uphill, and the place is covered with snow and it becomes one of those dreams in which you try to run and can't get moving.
Whew. I probably left out a couple of things, but that gives you the gist.
