Two houses

I dreamt that somehow, I acquired a second home where I started a farm. I had four cows in a tiny bathroom that I could only enter and exit through a window that was barely big enough for me. I had a good plan to start farming and live on my own, until I began to realize that I had acquired the house I already live in, but adapted as a farm. That's when I started to worry, because within the same dream, I didn't know if I actually owned two properties, or if I had transformed one into the other. Then I managed to visit the first one and saw that it was still intact. Afterward, I returned to my farm. My worry resurfaced when I realized that I didn't know how I had made those trips. Having been in both places, I doubted that they could coexist. Later, I understood that the choice was mine. As if there were some kind of divine wiring inside me, through which, by selecting or not selecting an option, I accessed one house or the other, although I didn't figure out how to use it.

I woke up to find an exact replica of the bathroom in the townhouse, but without a toilet.

I'm still lost; all that troubling, existential doubt I experienced in my dream has left me somewhat disturbed.