So yeah. I had a kind of erotic dream about you last night. I always told myself that if that ever happened, I'd tell you about it immediately - so I sent you an email this morning at dawn. I'm thoroughly freaked out about it, and honestly kind of pissed at you for showing up in my dream. Stay in your box, okay? Therapy was hard enough without having to tell you *that* before I had coffee this morning.

I trust that you'll take this, like everything else, in compassionate, professional stride. Please do so - you could break me pretty easily right now.