Pills, A bike and Fishing Poles

The dream this morning takes place at a train station at the outskirts of Detroit, Michigan. I am standing on the passenger platform with bicycle in hand. I see in front of me a Plexiglas  lockbox inside a heavy steel frame. The box is full of multi-coloured prescription pills. A man and woman on the platform explain it to me. It is here for people to dispose old prescriptions. It is an effort to keep them out of the hands of addicts and young people. I strikes me as a noble, but bad idea, such a box in a public place like this would surely get broken into.

Apparently my job is to go around and empty these boxes around the city. I think to myself, "There is no way I am going to take those pills!". This is Detroit. It would be crazy to do such a thing without armed guards and an armoured truck.

I choose to ride away from the scene on my bike. I make my way down the railroad tracks toward the inner city. Oddly, I duck and pass under a canopy of fishing poles as I peddle away on my bike. Then I wake up.

Alright. This is one crazy ass dream. I have been going through some difficult times here lately with trying to get my wife in to see a doctor and getting the right medications to deal with her on going health issues. Frankly, I am exhausted from it all. We have no medical coverage and the bills are piling up. It comes as no surprise the anxiety level has entered my dream life too.

I want to get on my bike and ride away from this crap. Perhaps my mind is on going fishing. Fishing used to be my number one escape when I was a young single man. It has been years since I have done any recreational fishing. I feel a sense of hopelessness right now.

I think I will have some breakfast and get in my car and escape for a little while today. Maybe it is time to buy a bike and a new fishing pole, and disappear for awhile?