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In the dream, I was hanging out with some friends when I realized it was time for therapy and so I bicycled over to T's office. When I got there, the receptionist said T was waiting for me, but a lot of time passed and I didn't see her, so I called her cell phone. She gasped and apologized, said she was with another client but would be right with me. I heard her telling the other client that she had to go, because my appointment had been for 2:30 and it was now almost 5. She also told the other client that she had become immersed in his story, but that they had just been talking round in circles to no purpose. Then she ruefully said that she guessed she'd have to skip lunch.
Soon the other client was gone and I took my place in T's office. I was extremely concerned about T not having eaten and worried about her feeling hungry. I wanted her to eat a plate of chocolate cup cakes.
But she insisted it was fine, she wasn't hungry, and wasn't going to eat while doing therapy in any case. This distressed me because I was quite hungry too, but didn't see how I could eat (I had a sandwich in my backpack) if T wasn't. I wondered how well we'd be able to focus on the session if we were both starving. I also wondered about the client before me and tried to get T to talk about him, but she wouldn't say much besides laughingly commenting that "he had just gotten saved, or, um, whatever you want to call it" and that "he seemed a pretty good witness but had very individualized views." I was a bit smugly pleased as well as surprised to catch T falling back into Baptist terminology ("getting saved", "good witness"). Normally if we talk about religion she phrases things rather carefully-- choosing neutral psychological terminology over religion specific cliche.
The session became a bit fuzzy after that, but T told me two things I hadn't known about her before. 1.-- that she was the voice of Ursula the Sea Witch in "The Little Mermaid", as well as other unspecified female villains in Disney princess movies, and 2.-- that she visited sometimes in the Eastern Orthodox Church.
Later I was at an Orthodox liturgy and T was there as well as many other friends and acquaintances. I felt more relaxed there than I had in session. I worried about the priest not having eaten, and like T, I wished he would have some chocolate cupcakes, but I was less concerned about him because I figured he knew how to take care of himself, he probably wasn't supposed to eat before serving Eucharist anyway, and he seemed quite steady and reliable.
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Phew! Sorry so long. Chocolate cupcake, anyone?
