Love vs Anger

I walked into someone else's kitchen and immediately saw on the counter some chocolate hearts with some kind of red decoration on the them that Ashlyn -a childhood friend of one of my daughters - was making for a wedding. I think it was for my other daughter's wedding. The atmosphere was lighthearted and fun. I playfully snuck 2 chocolate hearts that she had just made and while she wasn't looking I ate them. She looked at me and saw my mouth full and what I had done and we laughed. I said "I promise I will make you more!" so I set about helping her. At first I was blundering and kinda making a mess, nothing looked quite as good and neat as Ashlyn's food. Then we were in the living room and we were standing at a table where we were making bread. I remember making a long piece of bread where I had to kind of turn it and twist it and then it was immediately cooked but mine didn't look near as good as Ashlyn's. She was very kind and patient about it though and we still laughed and joked.

The next scene i was walking up to my new house except at the same time it was someone else's house. The plumbing was messed when we moved in and my husband was fixing it. As soon as I saw the house, I saw 2 men on top of the roof over the porch and they had put the bathroom plumbing on the roof. I walked onto the porch and looked over to the ground where there was a hole where the sewer pipes were in the ground. They were tying the pipes from the roof into the sewer line that was already in the ground. I remember feeling so angry and embarrassed. Then my husband came out onto the porch and I asked him why he put the plumbing pipes on the roof and he said that was the only place I could put it. I knew that couldn't be true so I asked where plumbing would normally go and he said under the house but I don't have the key, David (his boss) does. And I knew that David was out of town but that he would be back in 2 days. I was getting angrier and angrier. I remember also thinking how is he paying those 2 guys on the roof? I started yelling at my husband and I wanted to hurt him. He then made a threatening advance towards me and it scared me. My mom and dad pulled up in my dads white truck and I felt safe again.

It was then that someone came and forcibly took (arrested?) my husband but I don't think it was police officers. I was still so angry. The dream changed to where we were at teen challenge (a drug rehab). My husband had been admitted (although he had never taken drugs) and I was sitting beside him. There were a lot of other people waiting for the director to come by and talk to each of them. I remember that the director came to my husband and he (husband) was so humble and told the director that he was willing to do whatever it took. He was very sincere but I remember feeling torn on whether or not to take him home. I knew I had the power to let him come home but I was hesitant and wondered if he had really learned his lesson and if staying at teen challenge would be better. I remember thinking that if I left him in there that he might not forgive me. I was still wrestling with what to do as the dream ended.

There were no significant colors except for the truck (white), the chocolate and some red on them.

The contrasting feelings between the two scenes really struck me.