5 of my husband!

I was in a huge 2 story Victorian home, very luxurious and so many rooms. My husband and my children were present.

I come home from work looking for my bedroom. My husband tore down what was my own bedroom. He said I couldn’t have my own bedroom anymore. Yet we have a second floor full of bedrooms and vacant. He wanted to leave them for his family when they visit. He wanted no mess up there.

Then this was where the dream gets too weird. I approached my husband resting on sofa to argue with him. Then I looked in the bedroom off to the side from where I was on the sofa with my resting  husband. There in the room I saw my husband laying in bed sick. Then my husband came into the room and sat on the sofa, where I was with my husband laying on the sofa. He said there are 2 other of me out there in the world yet.

Get it? There were 3 different of my husband in the same room at this point and there were 2 more to come home. The one that tore down my bedroom was the one that sat down on the sofa to explain what was going on. The one sick in the bedroom wanted me to share the bedroom while he was sick. The one laying on the sofa just came home from work.

I think it’s all how I have learned to live with my husband as, a preacher, father, family manager, friend, and prisoner. Soon I will learn to live with him an  ex prisoner.

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