I dreamt about you just now. How convenient that it usually happens the night before session. You had a teenage client show up with their mom to your office about 2/3 of the way through my session. The child was in crisis, so you asked me to wait in the waiting room while you talked to child and mom. So I did. The kid came out into the waiting room and we played Solitaire while you talked to their mom alone. Then mom comes out, the child and I hug, exchange PC usernames, and they're on their way.

I go back into your office while you go to the restroom. I'm sitting in my spot when you return and you look at me bewildered. "Weren't we done?"

I replied, "you asked me to wait."

Then you say, "no, I'm pretty sure our session was finished."

So I stand up and I say, "you know what? I'm done. Just take me off of your books. I don't want to come back."

Your reply? "OK."

And then I woke up. I'm pretty I understand the dream, but I think it's a way for me to start talking about my dissatisfaction about therapy lately in a safer way. It's not what I wanted to dwell on, but it's obviously bothering me more than I want to admit.

6 hours and 15 minutes...

Daisy