... when you wake up mad at your husband because in your dream, he didn't defend you against someone who insisted on selling you a flock of cross-bred mutts, bad-quality purebreds, and who-knows-what-kind-of-chickens for $200. When you told the idiot (the one selling the chickens) that you didn't want his birds, your hubby said, "Oh, forgive her, she's just been in a bad mood for a while. She does want the chickens." And then you have to go for a walk (still in your dream) because you're so ticked off at your hubby...
Poor guy, in his defense, he would never pay $200 for a flock of bad-quality birds either, unless he knew I just wanted them.