In regards to your husbands vision;
http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/mar2014/leisap330.htm
 
It is my belief that many who think they are Christians are in the false church. I had a very similar dream of a city, below:
 
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A dream 5/4-5/5 2013 @ 1:40 am


I saw a child win a painting competition and the painting was praised as a masterpiece, and this child as a prodigy. The child was female.

The painting was enshrined in a museum, because of the praise it received.

I as a child then myself, saw the painting as Baseless, meaningless, and ugly. I was largely alone in this perception.

Sometime later, as an adult, I came back to that city. The city had become highly advanced, and everything seemed perfect. All the people were in shells of security, order abounded, and peaceful. Yet to me it was a lifeless and dead world. All throughout the city, there were multitudes of people with cameras taking pictures of this city, as tourists, and they were all awestruck at how beautiful this city was.

This world and the painting of the child were tied together, and I knew that I had to go and see this painting that the child had made again. I needed to see it, in order to understand this world, and what was missing from peoples perceptions. I went to an old friend from my childhood who still lived in that city, and explained to him my dilemma, and he agreed to take me to see that painting in the local museum in which it hung behind glass. The painting was esteemed as an ideal image of the world. In fact it was idolized in a way. But the glass behind which it hung distorted this image, and made it look more appealing than I had remembered it as a child. I said to my friend "this is not the same ugly image I remember as a child." I then proceeded to break the glass that was covering and distorting the painting, and lo and behold, there was this same ugly painting behind the glass that I remembered as a child. My friend did not see it that way. The glass was a facade to cover and beautify the painting so that it would even appear as beautiful in the eyes of the wise.

My "friend" however, did not see, and in turn betrayed me and called for security. I took off running. As I ran, the facade of beauty around this city was becoming shattered. Ugliness became visible again. Homeless people appeared as if out of thin air, poverty, filth, prostitution, slave labor....etc. Most of the poor and homeless saw what I saw, but others continued about snapping pictures and commenting how beautiful it was in that city. I stopped and talked to one homeless person, living in a shantytown, and he said to me that all of a sudden, these deep dark woods and polluted streams became visible to them. I looked at those woods he was referring to, and I could see all kinds of vile creatures coming out of them, Hybrids and mutations of animals that looked vaguely familiar, yet were unclean and despicable. It was as if the world of the demonic had now become visible to some.

The leader of this city was revealed to me as well, as an ugly beastly man. he had a beloved assistant who ruled with him who was small in stature and very annoying. There in his presence I saw my friend who had betrayed me explaining what had happened to this leader. I was running and hiding from his police officers, who could not find me. (for some reason I do not think they could even see me).

Some time passed, days, weeks? I am unsure. But I found myself in hiding under an old decrepid metal bridge. I was peering through the rusty latticework, when I spotted my friend and several of his buddies with cameras in hand, snapping pictures and being awestruck by the beauty of their city. What they were taking pictures of was filth, rust, pollution and scavenging creatures.

I came out from my hiding spot to confront my friend again, and he was stunned to see me, almost as if I appeared out of thin air....At this point I awoke from my sleep.
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In many ways, this city is a representation of this false church, which worships an image of Jesus, But does not know him personally. They believe that what they are doing is pleasing to God, yet all they are doing is covering their ugliness with a glass that makes them look good, an ideal. Just as I broke the glass, your Husband exposed the fact that the tree was hollow.
 
Jesus looks at the heart, on the inside of each of us. When we as a church are only concerned about our outward appearance, we are ignoring our inner sanctification. When he comes, he will expose the hearts of men, and then, the righteous will shine like beacons in the darkness.
 
Please share this dream with your Husband, and Let the Holy Spirit speak to you through these words. I Believe that there is a message being sent to the church to be ready for his coming, but not many are heeding that message.
 
God bless,
David H.