Sharing Secrets with Strangers

Date: 11/26/2018

How does a simple dream turn a complete stranger into someone I feel like I’ve known forever - a person I can trust? Shaun Morris. Not the type of guy I would ever envision myself indulging in deep conversations with, and I mean no offence when I say this but, he’s not exactly the most sensitive and empathetic person in the world. So how did I go from being completely careless to suddenly interested and attentive when it came to discussing this lovely lad? Why did I now want to be friends with a person I once didn’t give a damn about? It was a sequence of dreams. The first one began on what was a typical Thursday afternoon for me. The walls of the therapist’s lobby were all painted green. A light, creamy green that abruptly became dark and grimy near the bottom. There was a fish tank in the corner to the room near the head office and few therapy rooms. The water in it seemed murky but I paid no mind. Eventually, a lady in a white and magenta trench coat opened one of the thick, white doors that lead to the seemingly endless row of therapy rooms and called out my name. I stood up and sluggishly made my way towards her, I was in a daze. That’s when I bumped into Shaun. He had just gotten out of therapy. I stared at him in confusion, his long golden brown hair hung limply in front of his empty, grey eyes, he seemed shocked to see me there too. He flashed me a quick smile and brushed passed me as I stepped into my designated room. After a long session of moping and ranting, my therapist suggests that I join group (double) therapy. For some reason, I decided to follow her request, I had no objections. I silently slipped out of the plant engulfed room, the sky was cloudy but bright. When I made it to the parking lot though, I noticed that it was unusually empty, I simply shrug this off and hopped into my car and drove off (interesting detail since I don’t own a car, neither do I drive). Time flies by and I am back in therapy. This time it’s on a Saturday, and would you happen to guess who else showed up for group therapy? Shaun Morris. There’s this sort of seat that looks like one you’d find in a dentist office, he’s sitting on the farther end of it, holding a piece of coloring paper. I turn to face the counselor, she motions me to sit and hands me a paper. She decided that rather than talking, we’d just get to know each other first. We start with our favorite color, I say navy blue, he says baby blue. Then, we begin talking about music, Tame Impala, Juice WRLD, etc... We became so engaged in conversation that we hadn’t even noticed that our session had ended, once we did notice though, we scurried out and headed over to his place to continue talking. This continued over the course of multiple dreams, just us speaking whatever was on our minds, no judgment. It was honestly so refreshing, I hadn’t made an immediate connection like that with a person in years so when I woke up and realized that that was all a figment of my imagination, I was devastated. It took me so much effort not to wave hello to him or run up to him to catch up on our latest activities.