You could make a pretty good surrealist novel out of this. Have the detective/dreamer switching back and forth, in the noir world you’re solving a case that turns out to be a cold case in the waking world and this leads the dreamer to solving the case for real. All the while the noir partner seems to be keenly aware that he’s a dream, but does what he can to keep the detective focused so the dream doesn’t dissolve. Finally it culminates with the all the clues found and the partner breaks the veil so the dreamer wakes up with the information and realizes the murderer was someone in his own life or something.

Keep it real subtle maybe, like it’s two completely different stories jumping back and fourth, but it slowly meshes together as it gets closer to the end. Characters introduced in one side play play roles in the other but are only introduced once. “Dan Smith, a heavy set guy from accounting jokes in the break room” "as you walk into the most recent scene you overhear officer Smith quip, 'it’s nights like this that make me wish I’d become an accountant. ’ causing the detective to double take before the partner draws him back in.

Fuck I’d read it.

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Honestly, that’s a lot more hopeful than what one found myself. I really hope it’s not something I have to seriously pursue, but every day makes it feel more likely.

I’m an American with a minority wife. Even if we could afford to go somewhere, we can’t get close to a boarder without ICE black bagging us.

How possible is it to become a citizen in Canada? Everything I can find online says you either need a Canadian spouse or a Doctorate with a job lined up to make it happen.

I’ll give my all if another country will take me, but I can’t find any way out of this hell

That’s the main reason we adopted it, best choice we ever made.

I’d highly suggest it. The winter solstice is a very refreshing take on the holiday season. Gifts aren’t expected, we mostly just give socks, or warm blankets. Everyone in the house has a drawstring bag associated with the holiday and we put the socks and maybe candies in them too be opened after dinner on solstice night. Bigger gifts aren’t frowned upon, but they have to be something meaningful and ideally with some level of hand made. This last year my spouse gave me 5 pairs of socks that she tyedyed herself and I gave her a dinosaur shaped coathook and plack for her backpack to hang on.

“Does this have anything to do with me?”

Most cases, the answer is no and I simply have to not care about it.

I celebrate the solstice in both the summer and winter.

The winter solstice is a celebration of the family of hearth and home. A quite and intimate celebration within your household where you exchange handmade gifts with the goal of improving the lives of those around you.

The summer solstice is a celebration of the family of the trail, those you pick up along the way who come to mean more than a passing fondness. This is celebrated as a large bonfire where everyone brings food or drink for theirs and two more and are encouraged to invite someone they’d like to know better than they already do. The goal is to meet others and celebrate life.