Sometimes we wake from a dream and realize we’ve been dreaming some part of that dream over and over again.
This morning I woke from a dream with the knowledge that I’d dreamt about the same fish tank many times.
The tank was covered by some kind of sheet, and had been neglected by me for such a long time that no fish could possibly be alive.
I left it alone and continued to ignore it.
Eventually, I decided to remove the cover, though I really didn’t want to. But I did. I don’t know the reason why I could no longer ignore it.
To my surprise, many of the fish were still alive. Some were sick, some dead, including the two fancy goldfish.
I decided to rededicate myself to caring for my fish tank. I started by removing the dead ones.
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Very metaphorical. So much so I’m not even sure you meant it as such. What do you do when you can’t remove the sick ones?
I suppose you either ignore (even in some cases forget) them or do the best you can to care for them. There’s always going to be sick ones…regret…the immutable past. I don’t know what can be done