I'm the wife of a Denzel Washington character
At first I was myself trying to do driving errands in the daytime before a really bad storm hit... running around Home Depot and not finding what I was looking for, then realizing what I wanted wouldn't even be in a Home Depot (and I don't remember now what it was I wanted). Weirdly enough by the time I was leaving I was in a wheelchair (one of the store ones). I remember knowing I didn't need it, but I was trying to pretend that I did. Once I was outside (and walking) again, I couldn't find the vehicle I'd been using.
Logic was already failing so badly by now, but it completely merged into a whole new thought. It was evening now, and dark out. Somewhere in this area was a large building used for meeting spaces and such. The story plot changed completely to being a Denzel Washington movie type idea, except it was real and I was his wife (and I was black too). We were there at the meeting place because he'd landed this big promotion or job or something he was so excited about, but when he went in to talk to the big wigs he came back all freaked out and stressed to the max.
The bigwigs had come back with him to continue the discussion though it sort of seemed like things had at least already been partly decided. It turns out that there for some reason was no proof that he was the father of my two kids (yesh we had kids says the dream logic XDD;; ) and we like always considered them formally adopted but now it was like he'd have to pay the company a bunch of money for them, to be on his health insurance and whatnot. I could tell how upset he was and it was like they'd pretty much succeeded in convincing him this was necessary, and I never got a figure for what they were asking for the kids but it must have been outrageous (and we were already a well-to-do family).
I got up and took my husband by the arm and said we were leaving. Outside I told him that the job wasn't worth it and WTF did they think they were doing? He was kinda agreeing, as if he were coming out of some kind of fog their manipulations had placed him under, and I had a feeling I'd pulled him out of a really bad situation.
Then logic failed completely and I don't remember any more of this sequence.
Logic was already failing so badly by now, but it completely merged into a whole new thought. It was evening now, and dark out. Somewhere in this area was a large building used for meeting spaces and such. The story plot changed completely to being a Denzel Washington movie type idea, except it was real and I was his wife (and I was black too). We were there at the meeting place because he'd landed this big promotion or job or something he was so excited about, but when he went in to talk to the big wigs he came back all freaked out and stressed to the max.
The bigwigs had come back with him to continue the discussion though it sort of seemed like things had at least already been partly decided. It turns out that there for some reason was no proof that he was the father of my two kids (yesh we had kids says the dream logic XDD;; ) and we like always considered them formally adopted but now it was like he'd have to pay the company a bunch of money for them, to be on his health insurance and whatnot. I could tell how upset he was and it was like they'd pretty much succeeded in convincing him this was necessary, and I never got a figure for what they were asking for the kids but it must have been outrageous (and we were already a well-to-do family).
I got up and took my husband by the arm and said we were leaving. Outside I told him that the job wasn't worth it and WTF did they think they were doing? He was kinda agreeing, as if he were coming out of some kind of fog their manipulations had placed him under, and I had a feeling I'd pulled him out of a really bad situation.
Then logic failed completely and I don't remember any more of this sequence.