Hello,
Tonight I had lots of dreams and the only one I remember is that my husband and I were in a vehicle inspection office. Two service employees showed my husband on a screen everything he had to do and a bunch of fees came up. My husband got angry and left the office upset. One of the employees told me, “It’s true, I’m in the police and he has to listen to me.” So I said, but did he not know that you were in the police and that you had a say in it?
I’m going to slap him with a fine for failing to comply with an on-duty officer’s order, so I rush after my husband to warn him about the situation when I find myself back on my old street. He was sitting on his heels, his hands cuffed behind his back by the officers. His head was down, his gaze sad, and there were onlookers all around him. As I watched the scene in front of my old house, the door was open, and I saw a colleague (who had always supported me) telling the people who were about to go inside, “Come on, come on, there’s nothing to see,” and she looked at me with a sympathetic expression and said, “Poor thing!”
And I was telling the police officers to look how unhappy and sad he is; you know that my husband is a sick person. I think the officers were kind after that intervention.
Kind regards
Ladysally