Recurrent dreams..Whats up with THAT?

I keep having dreams with recurrent themes in them. I have had three dreams about moving (unwillingly) into various abodes in the last month. Actually had two of them in a row which is wierd. #3 was about a week or so later. I am so not telling Richard about this one because he is getting a complex, since he is the one that instigates the moves to unsuitable homes ( a huge apartment/commune with 3 other families without consulting me about it, and a ultra modern huge duplex with pink plush carpet). This mornings/last nights dream was a bungalow..run down and badly decorated by the white trash former occupant. The children are playing in the large living room, devoid of furniture beyond a couple of bean bag chairs and a tv and many many toys and kid stuffs laying around in a huge mess. There are extra kids there so its neighbor children that have come to play and watch TV. Suddenly two dark haired and bearded men walk in to claim their children, but I'm not allowed to talk to them because I am a woman and their religion forbids me to speak to them. Richjard appears and warns me of this and does the talking. All is very genial. Suddenly I cannot get up from the floor. I am too weak and exausted and weeping. My sister arrives and and I weep uncontrollably in the relief that she is there. I cannot get out of the bed..as if in the throes of an energy sapping disease. Doctors are baffled. My sister proclaims that I am just being lazy and will snap out of it, but not in a mean way. As if I have the flu or something. I wake before I can pull myself out of that pit of despair and bad wall coverings. Very....very...wierd.
Also I have had dreams with Nathan Fillion appearing as a common theme, and I quite enjoy those so that a bonus. He's soooo pretty. Again, its strange but at least not disturbing as the "moving" dreams.
I discussed them with my sister, and said I'm pretty sure what they mean. In my bitterest moments when I hate living here, I blame it on my husband. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have to live here. Thats totally NOT FAIR of course, and I realise that. My sister said she totally got it because she had similar feelings when her family moved for her husbands work. Maybe it will go away eventually. I mean, life here is very good. Much better than being broke and possibly homeless back in NS. Life here has been a blessing in both employment and great opportunities as a family to experience another part of our great country. We have a beautiful home. Spend more time together as a family. Obviously food is plentiful because I have gained 17 pounds by over eatting in the last 6 months (self medicating with inappropriate food). Its all good...until I go to sleep ....