a recycling/fire dream

From February 12, 2009:

Poet A and Poet B are married. Poet A criticizes that I'm not recycling enough. I do recycle, but not consistently and not all the time. I'm about to throw away some paper bags with plastic bags. I'm defensive about his criticism. I tell him that I could easily criticize something about his house, but I wouldn't because that would be obnoxious. He presses me to share my criticism. Finally I tell him that their house is a cluttered mess, a fire hazard and their children will burn to death. They immediately start cleaning their house. Poet A thanks me for the insight.