Last night, I dreamed that I lived in some strange sort of... art bunker or something. It was a ramshackle, falling apart hand made mess of a place, and it was just packed with a ton of people, and we all worked pretty much non-stop on various art things. I painted figurines. It was definitely a 'job' type situation and not a hobby. I guess it was almost weird sweatshop conditions or something. The dream was mostly about the work, and the room I lived in, and talking to other people there. The whole thing had a feel of being trapped there. Very odd.
In other news:
Every time one aspect of life seems like it just *might* have a chance to get a little bit better, some other aspect starts to totally shit the fucking bed. Is there some reason that I am not allowed to have mental, emotional AND financial stability at the same time? Why does at least ONE of those things always have to be fucking up. It's absurd. I don't think I have ever managed to have all 3 at once.
Really feeling so done with it all right now.