longing
watching porn
Watching porn in dream. Maybe because I was listening to it as I’m falling asleep. aaaaa
therapy in dream
(Office in a corridor which was like a labyrinth.. many rooms in it which made me feel like it’s one of the toilet compartments. The walls of the office were all clear glass / matte glass. Others can peek into it. Leaning on the very top of the toilet compartments, I was investigating how to hack into the cctv in the “toilet” as it can show the insides of the office. I wanna know what Arthur’s doing in the office. Somehow Arthur was in the adjacent toilet compartment and also leaning on top, trying to exploit into the CCTV and/ or add his own camera next to the preexisting cctv too.
I saw Sally by the office. I asked her what’s up, turned out she was attending therapy as well and liked Arthur too. Her nickname for Arthur is “Fur fur”. I was happy that I found someone alike (also liked Arthur like me), but also felt envious / jealous… I also shared my nickname for Arthur to be “Arf arf”. She then suggested a nickname for Ronnie, which was “Wang wang (ron ron)”. I praised her for her cleverness that it was such a brilliant idea (LMAO).
After waiting for a while outside the labyrinth…
Finally! It’s time for my therapy session. I’ve been waiting for so long (almost a month without seeing him). I packed my stationery and psych textbooks (lol) and headed to his office.
I entered and took a seat. For some reason it was suddenly very loud outside, as if a (oddly specific London) bus was parking by, or construction work had commenced. I think he told me to lie on the couch instead of taking the seats. But I can only guess what he’s talking. And this time I wanted to take the seats because I wanted to look at him after so long. And I’ve been sitting to meet with Ming. I saw the seats were so close together. I asked him about it (I thought he’s gonna take my opposite seat). Instead he stayed in his office desk which was very far away and explained something like he had to go everywhere to catch his client back to therapy.
I looked at him and his face looked like Raymond’s. With small eyes.
He asked about the “incident”. He asked, “Your dad would be notified at some point. What if he knows, is it okay for you?” I thought about it. I didn’t want them to know. And idk why would they know if I’m already legal. But unwillingly, I answered, “If he know then he knows. I won’t actually die if he knows about it”
Suddenly as we were about to properly start the convo, two admin staff barged in. One looked like Raymond again, and the other looked like a random music tan skinned hk local dude.
He signalled me to wait for a while. The tan skinned dude handed him a laptop and headphones. He began to do some tweaks to a music project.
What happens after this was on a semi? Conscious level so idk if it counts as a dream Basically started to recap and visualise everything in the incident, trying to recall the “forgotten” bits but to no avail again
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