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“He’s great,” I said. “We’ve been together for over two years. He’s very
driven and kind. He’s a good match.”
She smiled then, Dr. Christine. “That’s wonderful,” she said. “What do you
think he’d say about this experience you’re describing?”

I didn’t tell David. I couldn’t, obviously. What would I possibly say? He’d
think I was crazy, and he’d be right.

“He’d probably say it was a dream and that I’m stressed out about work?”
“Would that be true?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s why I’m here.”
“It seems to me,” she said. “That you’re unwilling to say this was just a

dream, but you’re not sure what it would mean if it wasn’t.”
“What else could it possibly be?” I genuinely wanted to know where she was

going with this.
She sat back in her chair. “A premonition, maybe. A psychosomatic trip.”
“Those are just other words for dreams.”

She laughed. She had a nice one. The silk slipped again. “Sometimes
unexplainable things happen.”
“Like what?”

She looked at me. Our time was up.
After our session, I felt strangely better. Like in going in there I could see the
whole thing for what it was: crazy. I could give the whole weird dream to her. It

was her problem now. Not mine. She could file it with all her divorces, sexual
incompatibilities, and mother issues. And for four and a half years, I left it there.