I keep dreaming of my therapist.
Twice, now.
He is present in my dreams, still as his role.
Watching, but not always. Reminding, even when quiet.
I wonder what he wants.
I wonder what I want.
Perhaps I dream of him because I long for a witness.
To be seen so fiercely, to feel so safely—
For only one hour a week, paid.
Perhaps, what I want is just that:
A dream.
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bro…… this is profound
Resonates strongly. To live is to dream. Your word choice is superb. Grateful you are participating in Lexpomo
Thank you for the kind words!