It was more of an epiphany than a dream.
Mind you, I was looking at pictures of a madrasah in Mauritania before I had gone to bed, so it triggered vivid dreams of my stay there. It was truly beautiful, how I was capable of stripping my identity to it's core simplicity as I prayed on the hot sand under a roof made of cloth and sticks.

As shown in a picture I had seen the night before, there were beds made of sticks about six feet high, protecting the sleeping from night visitors. At one point in my dream, I was alone, in which I was faced with my deepest fears- spiders/crawly things and a confrontation with a lion. I fell to the floor crying for Allah's mercy. That's when I woke up and I thought "Had I cried for fear of my life or that Allah would forgive me for all my sins before I became this lion's supper?"

See, we are so caught up in this dunya, that we tend to forget the simple dust we are created from. Our bodies are merely reflections of light. What we see in the mirror, is not reality, but an illusion we percieve to be real. But our soul? It belongs to Allah and the deeds that determine where our soul will rest on the Final Day are by far the most significant aspect to our identity. As said in the Quran, whoever does an atoms weight of good will see it, and whoever does an atom's weight of evil will see it (zalzalah:7-8).

If we can simplify our lives so worshipping Allah is not just something we should do, but what we survive off of, like our lungs to breathe, our heart to circulate blood, and our iman keeps us strong and alive, then why should matters like polygamy matter? If we submitted every aspect of our life to Allah, such arguments would be resolved.