trash dumping

Right before I woke up I was dreaming that my husband and I were at some abandoned house out in the country. Apparently we had previously done some illegal trash dumping there, and I was concerned because the trash was starting to fly around in the breeze. He was busy perfecting a woven helmet contraption that would fulfill some vital purpose, though, and he got really mad at me for interrupting his concentration with my trash anxiety and not fully appreciating the woven helmet.