Well, there was the time T asked me what he could do to make if safe for me in his office. I said the lights were too bright and he turned one off. I said still too bright and he walked across the room and turned another light off. I said still too bright and he turned off the last lamp by his chair. It was pitch black. I started laughing hysterically. He joined in.

OK, maybe this doesn't seem that amusing, but it really struck my funny bone at the time. I had this dream where I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard noises in my house and was scared. Thank goodness, T was right there next to me in bed--he was there to protect me. (Don't worry, no ET here--I was under the covers and he was on top. Always good boundaries with my T. ) Anyway, I told him this dream and it was a little tense in the telling--sheesh, how do you tell your therapist you had a dream you were in bed together? So after I related this, I was kind of anxious how he would react, and he says to me, very seriously, "it sounds like you feel deeply partnered to me." That was such a *&#@ing therapist thing to say that it totally cracked me up. I'm not sure if he understood why I was laughing.