Hey everyone. I haven't been posting much lately because of the depression, but I couldn't let this one get away without sharing it with my PC friends.

On Sunday, I took a nap and had a dream that T and I were having a session in a bedroom. The only thing he was wearing was white boxer shorts. He was doing exercises for his back and then he decided to lay down on the bed. I laid down next to him and he put his arms around me and said, "I know you need to be held." I became very stiff and did not want to touch him-- did not even want to put my hand on his arm-- because I thought I was being inappropriate. I also thought that if I put my hand on him, the holding would stop and I wanted it to continue. Then I began to get scared that he was going to try to go further with me, rather than just holding. Another part of me wanted to. Then the dream switched locations and I was in a livingroom with my mom and I was worried about my dad because he was not home yet. I called my dad on his cell and he said he was almost home. I asked my mom who she was on the phone with and she said, "the lady I went to the mall with" and then I got mad at her. Then I woke up.

So with three minutes left to the session today, I tell T the entire dream, leaving out the part about him being in his underwear. Then I said, "Um, I left out one important part. You weren't wearing what you usually wear." He asks, "What was I wearing?" And I go, "White boxer shorts-- with nothing else!!!"

OMG, I was dying. So of course we had no time to process the dream. We will do that on Saturday, I guess. So then I am gathering my stuff, getting ready to leave, and T looks at me and goes, "Well, I still have all my clothes on."