Not my psychiatrist

Date: 12/22/2019

So I finally decide to see a psychiatrist and she’s this beautiful blonde girl with a down to earth flirtatious personality. She asks me to lay back while I tell her about myself. She wants to know me better through my dreams so she asks me to tell her. So I tell her how my dreams always feature rocks, laughter with strangers, strange fancy homes or hotels and a mysterious river that at first sight is just a city river but the farther I walk into the more enchanting it becomes, almost like a paradise but for some reason I never go down it’s full path. I tell her of a few more details and my hate for dolls. Next thing I know she’s laying on the couch next to me she’s running her hand through my hair and laughing while she insinuates that I’m ok, I’m just crazy. She’s by this point feeling my arms and shoulders so I say fair game! I gently rub her back while I’m telling my stories and I noticed 3 dolls on ceiling looking down on us. I tell her I hate dolls and she tells me she hates it when her husband rubs her back so quickly I get the message and take my hand off. Soon were walking down a city street through what looks like a slum. We’re wandering looking for something. I noticed wild cats and maybe goats on the roof tops. We stopped outside some apartments and it looked badly run down. Outside there was a shared drawer where the residents kept things. I opened one and inside I noticed a lot of small things like charms, cheap punk or gothic jewelry but very clean and shinny. Christ pendants a syringe and just random things all neatly laid down facing up. I said to myself this is dangerous. What if the owner finds us and by the look of the syringe he might be a drug addict. We opened the other drawers and they were pretty much the same. My brother was there with us and we looked around and I said something to my brother like ‘I’d rather die and I mean literally I’d kill myself before I have to live like this ever again.He’s always been a very good looking guy and has a habit of trying to take girls were interested in so there he goes. He works his charm, gets her laughing. They begin to play and they run like children. He picks her up spinning her in the air and then all the sudden she gets mad and screams at him not to touch her. We just laughed about it. She walks across the street for something and while my brother and I wait a very good looking white guy with perfect hair, cool shades sitting inside a sports car tells us she’s hot. And we’re like, yea but maybe a good friend at best. She sends mixed signals doesn’t she? And then I tell the guy, you know what? You’re probably her type but we’re definitely not. Come hang out with us.