Young Frankenstein Part !!

I dreamed Rachel and I owned a very big house, perhaps four stories. It was grahnd, but rundown,and eccetrically designed, with some areas unreachable. Every room you entered was like a different world, some good and some not so good. We had evicted the previous tenants and then discovered they were coming back at night -- not out of greed but because they had a responsibility they were sworn to take care of -- the storage of the monster in one of our closets. My heart went out to them, and even to the monster, who was hopelessly immobile and obviously suffering and in need to their support. The dream devolved into a series of tests, but at its high point it was about owning a house that was inhabited by outlaws,and feeling honor-bound to protect them.