put this one in your pipe, sigmund....

I had the weirdest [most Freudian?] dream last night, in which, somehow, both I and my mother were married to my husband. Also, in the dream he was prone to picking fights both with random strangers and spouses. The whole thing was very weird, and I could do without having more dreams like it. The only redeeming aspect of the dream was that after my (our?) husband ran off in a snit (because I/we got mad at him for picking fights with random strangers) we consoled ourselves by doing some flea-market shopping.

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.