I dreamt that I was talking to a woman at a bank counter about my current and savings accounts. I knew her for several years already, and she was very helpful whenever we talked. But she became quite concerned at some point when she discovered something pertaining to the mortgage I had with the bank. She started twisting and turning. Her face crumpled. It was obvious that she was quite worried. “This does not look good,” she moaned. “Is there anyone in the bank I can talk to about this?” I asked quietly. “I’ll find someone who can guide you through this mess,” she sighed. It was clear that something went pretty wrong with my mortgage. Everything I owed was in question now. I could end up in the street, too. Understanding that I was in deep trouble, I started sweating, but I woke up before I could learn out what was in store. It was still dark outside. I have no debt at this time, but the two mortgages I had first in the States and then in Britain went as smoothly as imaginable. Whenever I got into debt, it was well within my means, and I never experienced any trouble with my banks. The dream thus struck me as someone else’s. Such dreams visit me from time to time, and they always puzzle me no end. Where do they come from? What could they possibly mean? But I went back to sleep like a baby.