Dreams
There seems to be a strong corellation between my dreams and the time I spend on the couch. Ever since I stopped therapy these dreams are making a comeback. Yesterday’s was a sum of all fears. First I am on a boat with an uncle of mine, and we end up killing tons of people by accidentally running over them. Then my sister gets interested in some random guy, and I kick his butt. After that for some reason my sis and mom get hooked on coke and LSD. I try to talk them out of it, but end up with my dad joining them. Then we join some kind of church that specializes in “blood.” I am not kidding. There are only leppers and sick people there. The walls and floor are covered in blood and stains. It was horrible.
I think I should reconsider my decision on opting out of therapy.
