anxiety dream #3

My brother and mother want to build a large greenhouse on my property. I am somehow made to believe that I owe this to them. My wife is opposed. She and I walk around the backyard discussing the possibility. The backyard is a dream rhyme for the backyard of the house I lived in when I was 13 years old. And now, as I write this at 3am, I think of the fig tree that we were given by a friend a few days ago and the fig tree that grew in that early backyard. My chest feels heavy with anxiety and guilt.