In the dream I had the other night, I found myself in a large house amongst a crowd of wealthy people where a party was taking place. This was a party of the damned, I realised. Rich food was being served, while outside the house, it was raining decaying particles of corpses. Flesh and blood. People were vomiting on the carpet. There was some business of a jacket I had to find, which I'd left hanging up many floors below me. There was a lot money in this jacket pocket and I was afraid it might get stolen. I had to get out of the house, so I made my way down numerous stairs, grabbed the jacket, left the house, only to find myself back on the top floor again. No escape.
An anxiety dream which sums up my state of mind at the moment. My brother is still in the hospital and will be there for a few days yet. Tests are being done. I'm at the house with my mother, who has been to the hospital to see Lee today. Things are fine here, but I'm anxious about how things will stand when Lee returns. I can't stay in this situation, yet I've no money to move. I've blown my savings and I've no job, so moving house is impossible at the moment.
Tomorrow I'll be visiting the Job Centre and the Bank.