Last night the dreams were about moving. I spent my dreams packing up every room in my house and to my horror found rooms I didn't know were in the house which were jam-packed full of everything Hubby and I had ever owned in our entire lives. It was gross.
I suppose the dreams came about from a current issue regarding our housing. It seems there is some question as to whether we were ever entitled to be in military housing. Hubby says everyone up his chain of command says yes, but the people at the housing office are confused and questioning it. Ah, the joys of dealing with ignorant people. Hubby has supplied the people at housing with a list of official people to contact to confirm that we are indeed eligible. Now it is just a matter of waiting for them to do that so we can stop feeling like they are breathing down our necks!