She syas, as she lays down on the oh-so- oevrused and over stuffed red velvet couch..
"mhmmm..." he replies, with a look in his eye that denotes a thoughtfulness she attributes to the grocery list she believes him to write every session.
"Dreams about everything. Everything from kids to marijuana, to my husband, and my old friends and magical happenings, and being in love, and missing people. Dreams that should be my real life but they're just dreams--- dreams that i wish I never saw-- dreams I wish I could relive"
"ahh, I see" Lemonade... Tomatoes... Diapers...
"and I can't help but think about them..." she holds her breath and shakes her head, her newest tick to banish their memory...
After a long pause, he thinks it best to mention " And how does that make you feel?"
" lonely... But I'm not, I'm so happy, so content.... but I can't help feeling-- when I'm having these dreams.... an overwhelming sense of loneliness... like I'm trapped in another universe and I can only see them, I can't reach them..."
"my... thats complicated..." Milk...Bacon...Potting Soil...
"So what do they mean?'
"they who?"
"They the dreams- why can't I get all of these ghosts to stop haunting me?"
"I'm not involved in the paranormal"
And she wakes, startled by the reality of her messy room in her tiny apartment, on the wrong side of town.
