10-24-2021, 08:06 AM
I’m at a festival in a huge RM tent (I dream a lot about festivals, don’t I?) A nooB vol tries to tell me something but I don’t understand. Then I see it - a couple who has their baby in a clear plastic bin container with holes poked in it for air. I tell the nooB that there isn't anything medicslly wrong and he should talk to them if he has concerns, but I wind up talking to them. The dad is absent. The mom is high and defiant.
Cut to a hospital waiting room. We’re still talking to the mom and she sneaks a toke. Cut to the dad’s campsite. It’s just a tarp with some trash - empty fast food bags.
Cut back to RM - the mom is pissing me off. Everyone wants something done but no one is doing anything: I threaten the mom with CPS, telling her we’re in the legal right to take the child away because she’s on drugs.
I wake up stressed.
This is a pre-OSL Dream. The CPS play is the darkest apart from a death and I’ve been involved in those a few times. I hate them. The container is because our living room is full of them - Stacy emptied our shed of stored books because of the atmospheric river. The fast food was because Tara picked up Betty’s for lunch yesterday.
Cut to a hospital waiting room. We’re still talking to the mom and she sneaks a toke. Cut to the dad’s campsite. It’s just a tarp with some trash - empty fast food bags.
Cut back to RM - the mom is pissing me off. Everyone wants something done but no one is doing anything: I threaten the mom with CPS, telling her we’re in the legal right to take the child away because she’s on drugs.
I wake up stressed.
This is a pre-OSL Dream. The CPS play is the darkest apart from a death and I’ve been involved in those a few times. I hate them. The container is because our living room is full of them - Stacy emptied our shed of stored books because of the atmospheric river. The fast food was because Tara picked up Betty’s for lunch yesterday.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse