You're in the waiting room of the Urgent Dream clinic, reading a National Geographic, waiting for them to call you. You just checked in. After about 20 minutes, the receptionist enters the waiting room.
"Mr Stone?"
"Yes, right here", you say. She is holding the door open to the hall.
"Third door on the right." You enter the small room three doors down the hall. The receptionist says, "An Associate will be with you shortly."
She closes the door but not all the way. You are alone. You wait again, opting not to pick up a magazine. You are too nervous. The dream you want to talk about was big. It was disturbing. You're having second thoughts about talking about it.You didn't write it down and you are already forgetting parts of it. Then there is a soft knock at the door and an Associate enters. She looks about 30, smiling.
"Well, how are we today Mr. Stone?"
"Fine, I guess", you say. (How can I be fine, you think. I'm at the Urgent Dream Clinic, with a nightmare. What kind of a question is that?) She takes your blood pressure and assures you the doctor will be with you shortly. She exits, leaving the door ajar. You look at your phone. You look out the window at another building. On the wall, there is a waterfall and a view of a big mountain.
"Good-morning Mr. Stone." (It's the dream doctor. He is younger than you, in a lab coat, thinning hair and a mustache. The associate is standing to his left, already taking notes. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes."
"What can we do for you today?"
"I had a big dream last night . . . I couldn't sleep. . ."
"Please tell it to me slowly. Don't leave anything out. We are not here to judge, only to help. Now, whenever you are ready."
"A big bomb is about to go off. We all go into a cave."
"Who is 'we' ?"
"Umm, me and my friend Jon and my sister and my dog. . ."
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