We worked on mindfulness techniques a while after that. Emma had Goose tell me about his own dream strategies, the methods he used to try to control them, the ones he’d told me about before.
“Like a play, sometimes, you can cast them and write the plot yourself ahead of time,” he reminded me. “It doesn’t always work but bring me.”
“Into my dreams…yes,” I said. “I like having you there.”
Then, we discussed more practical measures about how to get by at the shop. “Picture yourself at the pharmacy. When do you panic?” Emma asked.
“The minute the door shuts.”
“Leave the door open. It’s summer.”
That sounded reasonable, except for letting all the AC cooled air out. “We could try that,” I told her.
“What else?”
“I feel like I just need…a, uh, work buddy? Two of us?”
“I’ll come,” Goose s
