A weird, unsettling dream, though it doesn't sound as creepy as it felt for some reason. A middle-aged woman pushed her way into my home( which was actually the one I grew up in as a child rather than my current one), carrying a grocery bag. I didn't feel very comfortable about this but I knew I needed the groceries. She said she had seen my dog and made friends with her. I noticed at this point that the house was disgustingly filthy even by my low standards of housekeeping, there were even sculptures made out of poop. I said( truthfully) that I didn't know how those got there and apologized. She said it was okay, but, knowing that neurotypicals rarely mean this when they say it, I was not comforted and began to fear she'd take away my dog. Then for some reason my ex was in the kitchen, talking about getting stoned, which annoyed me especially since aside from being a stupid thing to talk about to a stranger would make it look like I did that too, which wasn't true. Eventually they both left, leaving the grocery bag, which I went to look at and discovered to my disappointment contained nothing very useful, only candy, and only a small portion of that was candy I would even want to eat since most of it seemed to be covered in some kind of gross red-food-coloring syrup. Dream interpreters welcome if you like. I think it says something about my tendency to find most social interaction not only uncomfortable but ultimately unsatisfying as well, but it left me in a rather bad mood to wake up to.