Last night, I dreamt that I was seeing a psychotherapist who had, for some reason known only to my subconscious, set up a booth at the local supermarket.
I laid down on the exam table at her request, as she drew the privacy curtains closed. "Now then, do you have any concerns?"
I sat bolt upright and looked her in the eyes. "I'm worried about the government right now." I waited for her response, which I was confident would fix everything.
And then the alarm went off and it was time to get ready for work.
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