Dream About Cafe And Relationships

At a restaurant, the owner is a middle aged foreigner, maybe greek or middle eastern, who is busy working in the dining room of a very busy cafe. He has soft graying hair, a dark blazer on and dark rimmed glasses with a serious expression. [When I really think about it, he resembles my mother but his expression seems more like my father, and though this man is not someone I ever really knew, there's a familiarity about him.] It feels like in the city and it is the middle of the afternoon. I help the owner clear away a dirty glass someone left on a side counter, which is more like a shelf that also has books for sale. It's a busy book cafe. It reminds me of the cafe I once had and since I'm familiar with running a cafe, I easily know what to do to help. There's a bunch of new takeout supplies cluttering up the main counter. I offer to store the sleeves of plastic cups in the basement for the owner. He says no and expresses concern that the basement is dirty, gets flooded and is unsuitable for storage. Somehow I'm familiar with the basement as if this is my own old building, but instead of disagreeing with the man directly, I think I'll just clean out an area of the basement myself and then show him. And maybe I will do that, or maybe not, but not today. It occurs to me its not my place to fix anyway. And I head our for awhile. I am about to return to the cafe. I am pulling up to the now mostly empty parking lot and I can see the outside of the small one story building, which resembles a Cracker Barrel reataurant. Now the setting looks more surburban. As I am thinking about going back inside, I realize I don't have any pants on. It occurs to me that my family never told me what to wear and I wonder why no one ever mentioned I should cover my ass in public. I don't want to walk around exposed and perhaps offending others. I wonder how others have experienced interacting with me when I didn't even have anything on below my waist. I go back to my room to put on underwear and a skirt and somehow maybe I already had the skirt on anyway but it is too big and drooping around the waist, so I think about changing to pants. I see an older woman in my room and it feels maybe like a hotel room or something shared but temporary. She is a white woman, probably in her 60s, with short dark blonde hair and a thin oval face, otherwise she is nondescript and unremarkable. She is sitting and reading something from her phone to me. When she reads the word "cliff" she says it like "clift" with a "t" and I casually correct her but she gets defensive and says it's "girl math" meaning she won't change how she says the word. I walk into the bathroom ignoring her as I am not interested in ignorant conversations or people perpetuating stereotypes like "girl math." I'll just find myself a pair of jeans or pants I like and will return to the cafe. While I'm at the cafe, a young woman tells me she has a premonition that I will meet a man Collin who might be a teacher to connect with as my partner. She says she sees him and love coming into my life. I'm intrigued and I share with her that someone else had recently told me I'd be meeting someone named Devlin or something like that, so if anyone mentions his name being anything that ends in "in" or "lin" I will probably melt. She smiles in affirmation to me as if yes, I'm thinking along the right lines. I think to myself that maybe I'll meet him at a training I want to attend and I realize I'd put off signing up. It's time for me to do that!