Husband rearranged basement moved my stuff OUT!

Husband rearranged basement in the dream. I was sick and sleeping on a fuckin dog bed in the living room. I don’t know why dog bed nap but this is the dream. Practice was about to happen and Ron came over. Will was in the washroom for a long time so I was making small talk for awhile with Ron. Forty min seems to go by, I’ve fallen asleep on the dog bed again to hear Ron on the phone with his 15 year old son asking for the 3rd time if “he’s ok” because he’s home alone. I think this is wild. So I ask Ron“is he still in the bathroom?!” about Will and he’s like “no he’s in the basement not feeling so hot” like now he’s woozy and sick. No one is unwell irl btw. anyway I’m irritated as fuck because I see all this basement stuff of mine up in the living room. Giant pieces of flat art paper in diff 70’s colours 2 huge industrial double coffee machines circa 1950 are in the bed room in a second giant dog crate. I’m pissed so I go downstairs while Ron’s on the phone and Will is seemingly ill yet he’s shoved my pool table and all this stuff I do not have irl away to make room for grey shag area rugs to clear space for band room stuff. I boiled hot n mad then abruptly woke up to the dog waking me up hours several early again. 7:am amd 9:am 5/27/2026