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DREAM
I go to a mental health center in a small Northwestern town. The sky is gray and there's greenery everywhere. The building is like a gray log cabin.
I fill out my paperwork, then get into bed with an elderly woman. We talk about the paperwork and different things I have to do in order to be seen by her. She is a psychiatrist.
I get up and do more bureaucratic chores around town so that I can be seen at her clinic. I drive back to her office and she proceeds to spoon me.
We talk about therapeutic stuff as I drift in and out of sleep. I decide that this is okay since it will never lead to sex or the manipulation that so often happens around sex.
And then the therapy session is over and I get out of bed.
INTERPRETATION
I guess this is kind of what therapy feels like? Certainly, therapy is a comfort to me right now--which is a little like cuddling. I'm getting more out of therapy than I usually do right now, because I'm at a lower point than usual.
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