I gave him one of my sleeping pills,
Something over the counter, relatively benign.
He took it right away instead of waiting.
You’re supposed to wait until bedtime! Spit it out.
He did, but it was not all in one piece.
The therapy group would meet downstairs.
But first we stood out in the grass
To discuss our plan.
I looked down at our feet.
Water covered our work shoes.
No one else seemed concerned,
So I didn’t mention it.
The plan was to continue.
I slept late this morning which lends it self to remembering dreams. I have no idea who I was with in scene 1. In scene 2, I was with the addiction/mental health counselors who I used to work with. In reality, expanding expectations of computer work became overwhelming and distracted from personal connection. The frequent feeling that I was drowning in paperwork greatly influenced my decision to retire. 30 years was enough. (I love to swim, but do get tired after awhile.)
Others did care, but for various reasons, continued slogging through. One died early.
The dream could apply in general to being in a stressful relationship, or on a bigger scale, to climate change.
We each choose our path.
How do you want to continue?