Last night at least I managed to find shelter indoors, instead of the more usual sleeping-outside dreams.
I moved into the storage unit! There I was with my boxes of stuff, tucked into my bed all snug. I'd even put a rug down. In the dream there were others doing the same thing and we were all very supportive and congenial.
But I woke up and was like, WTF? I'm not homeless, dammit!
The other annoying dreams are the moving/apartment-hunting dreams. I have moved many times in my life, even in the last few years, so at least I understand why I still dream about it. I am forever trying to find home.