The father in her dream told her forcefully that he was tired of her wasting time “playing injured'” and that she better start getting up at early every morning “like everybody else had to” and get back to work.
She got away from this confrontation, retreating to and locking him out of her bedroom, and fumbled with her phone for too long (dream delay imposed difficulties) to call her mother for supportive backup.
Then she began looking at ads and calling businesses where she could work so that she could move out and reclaim her non-toxuc independence.
As if this was a real option.
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