
Apr 06, 2008, 03:53 AM
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Member Since: Jan 2004
Location: minnesota usa
Posts: 565
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<font color="green"> My fantasies? about my therapist???
Since I know she has a cat, I have fantasized that I am a cat - a stray sitting on her stoop when she comes home. At first I am shy but she coaxes and brings me in and feeds me. We end up on her sofa with me in her lap all snuggly and purring.
Lately I have been dreaming that I am 4 or 5 again and having gotten hurt - skinned knee, splinter, bee sting or some such thing, I run into the house crying for Mommy; guess who Mommy is?!? Yup, my therapist. </font>
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dalila
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