When I worry about things, it often comes up in my dreams.
Last night I dreamed D and two of his friends were over eating dinner. It was breakfast time and we were in my childhood house, although the furniture was our current dining room set (not that different).
After eating D leaned back in the chair and started smoking a Rube Goldberg-esqe water bong, which bubbled and smoked, along with crackling sparks.
In a weak, quiet voice, I said he couldn't smoke in the house. I wanted to shriek at him to stop and grab it and hit him.
He shouted he wasn't doing anything wrong and left for school.
Are my attempts to be calm and rational really only weak and hypocritical?
Does D know how we feel? Does he care?
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