two husbands

I dreamt that I was at someone's home. We had all just returned from somewhere and were emptying our vehicles. I felt a bit like the odd man out, but not in a horrible way. I just felt like they were speaking a different language, all being mothers, married and being ladies who lunch. I was the single person hopping along through life. I had seen this house before. I wanted to point out the interesting architecture to the women, but they didn't seem interested. They were talking about husbands, children and recipes. We walked into the home.. the ceilings were vaulted and most of the walls and ceilings were a warm wood with exposed beams. The master bedroom could be seen if you stepped to the right of the inside of the front door. There was a landing and then if you walked down some stairs, down an hall and up some stairs, the bedroom was almost its own structure, only connected by the hallway. Half of the ceiling was exposed with just windows carrying on down to the walls, with a view being of the woods. It was amazing.

I went to the attic, I guess I had some things up there that I had forgotten. I went through some boxes and found the antique clay bowl that I had been missing. I felt relieved as I was thinking I had imagined it existed. Then I found another set of gray blue bowls more shallow and modern, and yet another set. I don't think I needed them all, but it was nice to know that if I did... I had them. I went through some more boxes and realized I needed to get back out with the people.

I went out to the front driveway. There was a truck or SUV parked on the gravel part of the drive. One of the husbands was working on it. I was interested in mechanics, so stuck my head under the hood to see what he was up to. Another one of the husbands was intent... not sure on what. He was going to help the other fella, getting him supplies, keeping the women busy with other things. He seemed to not care for the other women, not sure why. He was ok with me, as we had been old friends.

Then with no evidence.. more of a knowing, there was a feeling that the woman were in danger. Someone was after them. Not maliciously, but if they didn't exist, it would be better. I looked at the window of the SUV, there was a heart drawn in the dew of the window. It had been my friend... he was in love with the other husband. He was the danger...