I don't really know if this is of note or related, but...

I had 3 separate dreams about T last night. I've had a grand total of 3 in the past year about her before last night.

1. I was trying to get to my T appointment on a Friday. I had to ride a bicycle (almost impossible in my town without getting run over). I arrived 20 minutes late and the building was locked up. Then I woke up.
2. I was at T's office for an appointment. The office was totally different; ultra-modern, all glass (on the outside), beautiful plants all around. T kept coming out and telling me it would be 5 more minutes and I was oddly okay with that. I woke up after this happened 3 times.
3. And the weirdest...T's office (and apparently all public and private mental health providers) had been taken over by some large futuristic whacked-out conglomerate. I arrived and sat in a waiting room until they called me back. A very strange looking guy told me he was going to run some tests. I asked him what tests he was going to run since I only really suffer from depression and anxiety and have run-of-the-mill psychotherapy. He said it was brand new technology. I was supposed to change into a robe and what looked like a shower cap. He left me alone to change. I sneaked out another door and found myself in a circular corridor. I saw a door that had T's name on it. She was standing in the doorway wearing a lab coat and the shower cap thing on her head. She said, "Oh thank God," pulled me around the door jamb and grabbed me and held me. While she held me, she said, "I was afraid they'd already got you. I saw you were on the schedule for today." I said, "What exactly are they going to do to me?" She said, "I'm not sure, but people come out very compliant and suggestible. One of my favorite things about you is that you are tenacious and questioning. If you let them, they'll take that away from you. Please don't let them. Let me tell you how to escape." All this was said while still holding each other. T told me the escape route. I said, "Okay, but you're coming with me!" she said, "I can't, they'll kill me." I said, "I won't let that happen," then grabbed her by the arm and started to run. Alarms began to go off and a large sheet of glass was lowering at the entrance to the outside. We barely made it under, then ran to my car (which happened to be a small silver convertible rather than my black Honda Accord), jumped in and hauled @$$. Once we were a couple of miles away, T threw her hands up in the air and shouted, "Woo hoo, we are finally freeeeeeeeee!!!" Then I woke up.

I promise I was not under the influence of anything questionable.