Frantic Packing and Social Anxiety

my dream last night: I was frantically packing for a trip. I was having a hard time calculating all the possibilities and what all I'd need or possibly need and what was reasonable to bring. The room was a mess of unfolded laundry. People kept coming in, adding some pressure, looking down impatiently while im sitting on the floor with internal and external chaos. As time went on, the angrier people got. I was making them late. We needed to leave. I needed to do better but couldn't understand how to do more than my best. So I eventually asked for specific help. If I was making people late, help by folding some of the laundry. No one did. They just kept getting upset with me. I had to regulate my feels and their. So I got worse. I got panic mode searching under the bed and under piles for this one thing I needed. This is exactly what socializing feels like to me almost all of the time. That feeling when you need to leave but can't find your keys, but someone is just yelling at you about it.