Vivid dreams again...

Last night, it was a square, empty, 1 room house occupied by the Mitchell family,  with rotting floors, broken glass on the floor,  walls leaking milk and old, rolling laminate flooring peeling off with gaping holes to fall through.

Tonight,  it was a business trip where the hotel room was cancelled and I was being evicted before the end of the conference. 

I wonder what unresolved issues my subconscious mind is trying to resolve