Prologue
Today was not the best. I had an awful dream last night. Well the dream wasn't unpleasant but waking up sure was. It felt like dry and dusty air crawling down my throat, while simultaneously being thrown into consciousness. I'm not even sure what that dream was. I heard music, like punk rock with metal clanging in time with their lyrics. I smelt food being baked, pastry. What I saw was a shadow figure sat at a keyboard typing. After a moment to orientate myself, it became obvious the music was from above and that scent from below. The person, I think, in front of me wrote a sentence then deleted it. They wrote it again and deleted it again. Wrote it again...
I began to wonder if I was in some kind of loop. My dreams had always been strange after all. Figures in lakes, dancers on clouds, people I know who by coincidence need help the next day. Strange stuff, but as a therapist I'm aware that any pattern or symbolism they have is simply bias. After all, it's likely just the amount of cheese I eat. Though that will never stop me from getting my dairy, even if I have nightmares like this one.
Still, this figure was obviously distressed. They wrung those silhouetted hands anxiously, then rubbed their temples before walking away from this computer. Beyond that the room was fuzzy, like the edge of a fog just barely overlapped with everything else. I could hardly make out their shape. There was a sound of rough metal scraping, coming from the shade. But the tone and length, I'm not sure but they might have been crying.
Suddenly, they wailed. The sound of scratched metal jolted me awake, struggling to keep my stomach under control. It truly feels like being punched in the diaphragm. That was only the beginning of my day as well. When I got to work this morning Josephine reminded me this was the last day for Lucas to reclaim his spot. Honestly, the meanest part of me is a little glad after all my policy of holding spots for those who leave does cannibalize the business. Thankfully, Josephine was on the ball because he didn't show. This one is particularly annoying because Lucas decided not to inform us of his intention to quit therapy. Josephine spent several hours trying to figure out why he never showed the first time. Just plain rude.
So, it's been a poor day all in all. Hopefully we find someone to take his spot soon. Who knows, maybe that creature from my dream would like some therapy. Ha, that would be interesting.
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I just got a little message from Josephine to say the Wednesday evening slot has been filled. She's scheduled one Allison Gobena, ward of Sam Reading, for the 20th of September. Damn, that's Rosh HaShanah, I should have reminded Josephine of that but truthfully I didn't think we'd find someone that quickly. Well, we all sin on occasion. I'll have to go on the second day.
I wonder what she'll be like.
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