My Psychiatrist Dreams About Me

My psychiatrist had a dream about me.

What does that mean for me–that I occupy enough space in my psychiatrist’s brain to star in her dream? I must be decently fucked up. But this isn’t news to me.

The only thing worse than realizing I hold subconscious significance to the woman who gives me Zoloft, is that she felt comfortable enough in our relationship to tell me about it.

She feels that we are close enough to share our dreams, or she doesn’t give a fuck what my opinion of her is. Either way, I think I’m offended.

If we’re honest, my opinion of her is a little iffy–but this has little to do with the dream, and more to do with the fact that she’s just kinda a boob.

This did get me thinking however, how many of my acquaintance’s dreams have I been in? I could just be bopping around in my coworker’s subconscious. We may have met Obama.

My lit professor could have had a dream about me. I could have killed them, dead.

I do not know how to feel about this.

No, that’s a lie. I do know. I feel narcissistic as all hell.

In reality, no casual friend of mine is dreaming about me.

But, just for fun, lets say they were. Not knowing what I’m doing in said dream is incredibly unsettling. Like, I’m present in their mind, and in their dream-reality, but have no control of their thoughts and interpretations of me. I’m just kinda there. At the mercy of their minds.

They could have killed me.

But why, Stacy? We get along at work so well. We shared a laugh that one time. Remember?

We’ve all done it. Tell me you haven’t had a dream about someone you’ve met once, or that you see everyday in passing, and I’ll take all this back. I’m just that confident in humanity’s collective weirdness.

I’m not going anywhere specific with this–no beautiful metaphor or moral revelation. I just think it’s interesting to think about.

I encourage you to tell people about your dreams–unless of course, you killed them. They may think you’re weird–no, they will think you’re weird.

But dear reader, I say, what the hell.

I’ve probably had a dream about you. Go ahead and ask me.