Evicted From the House of Dreams

Last night's dream:

The household in which I'm living with Patti Beadles, Steve Landrum, J.P. Massar, and others is breaking up amicably. We've got to get all our stuff out by the deadline.

Packing is a tedious chore. I'm putting clothes into boxes and suitcases. I'm hungry, and it's time for a break. I go out to a restaurant with Patti. She gets served quickly, but it takes a long time for my meal to come. I wonder about the passage of time; there's too much more packing and cleaning to do. Eventually my order arrives: macaroni and cheese. The cheese is flavorless, and I don't eat much, just push my food around on my plate for a while.

It's coming down to the wire: Steve tells me we have to be completely packed and out of there by midnight. My clothes are all packed ... but I suddenly see that my desk (with drawers full of papers and kipple) is untouched. Oh, no! There's no time to pack it properly. I want neither to dump the drawer contents unsorted into boxes, nor to move the desk with the drawers full. And there's no time for proper sorting. To make things worse, I have the same trouble with my filing cabinet, and my chest of drawers....

I despair of getting it done in time.