Burgled?

A big home, lots of natural mesquite railings from room to room, all connected with staircases. Gentle, pine-filled breezes trailing in and out the structure seated in the natural terrain of the slope. My ponderosa friendly dream house. Literally.

I woke up with the odd image of me holding hands with a handsome guy as we rollerbladed around a shopping mall. Earlier, as we had shopped for the upcoming party, my husband and his former wife had driven off without me. By the time I made my way to the house, it was clear that while it looked perfect, the place was a little over populated as both of my husband's exwives were living there too. And what really bit was that he preferred them to me.

After the second or so cup of coffee, I realised that the dream probably had something to do with my six-foot- plus tall, teenage son climbing through the window at 1AM, and my husband yelling that he could have been shot as a burglar. All suddenly semiconcious were, from that point, robbed for the rest of the night of a restful night's sleep. Burgled. .. Time to have a key made for the boy.