Dreaming

My Dad has died and left me nothing. I am at his house searching for his money. I know he has left it somewhere. I search everywhere, but I can’t find it. I remember the secret part of the house that no one but me knows about. I am certain he would have put it there. It is at the back of the house and through a door that nobody else goes into.

I have been in this secret part before in another dream; I remember it being very narrow and quite difficult to get through, but I really want to find the money.

I am in the kitchen of the house on Church Lane with Tom and the children. Tom has fish fingers in his hand and says we’ll have that for dinner. I tell him that Amelia and Rosie will be having chicken fingers instead as they don’t like fish. Tom is angry about this. I go to the freezer and take out some chips, take them over to the side and look in the cupboard for a tray. It is full of books but no tray. Tom takes a phone call from a gas or electricity man; he is coming to look at something to fill some time.