Crowded house

Date: 10/13/2022

My mother had died, and family came to the house. More and more people kept arriving, and the house was packed. I didn’t want to be part of a crowd, so I tried to find a quiet place, but people kept coming. Even in a basement under a basement that was only accessible by a slide. I try to run away. It’s night. As I get to the mailboxes, I find that I am naked. I find a towel and return. I can’t find my father at the house. I try to call him, but can’t get through. I go to our old house, which has been renovated. It’s completely bare of furniture, but I see a light on upstairs. There is food in a cat dish. I find my father in his room, getting ready for bed. He’s upset. We talk, and I realize that my mother died 17 years ago, not tonight. There is no reason for the crowds. Also, there were lots of cats at the house. I kept looking for them room to room. At one point I cleaned handfuls of snails and crustaceans off the stairs. I dumped them into the garden, but some we’re eating others.