In my dream, our oldest daughter called us from the hospital to let us know she had a bit of a crisis that was somewhat sensitive. But rather than share the details, she asked us to talk with her husband about it. It seems that she and the kids couldn't return home while her husband was there. He was back with his parents while he tried to kick his methadone addiction. He was on suspension from his police job until he did.
The weird thing about it is that, in real life, our daughter is the one who has needed methadone as a long-term, low-level narcotic for pain management.
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