We got to her office.

[dream skip] I got to her office. She was showing a tall young man out... he had an appointment for the next week. She told me to enter and sit. I sat against the side wall... a good four or five feet away from her desk. She pulled out a file drawer and put notes into the boy's folder.

...she moved to another folder, one with my name on it, and pulled out the form. I remember thinking, "I have a folder?!" I suddenly recognized the form. It was written with black ink in a scratchy, scribbled handwriting and I remembered filling it out. For some reason, I'd answered all the questions truthfully... my moods... the rush... everything except for the fact that I self-injured. At the end was something like, "I thought maybe you could help me."

I was panicked. It was a mistake. I didn't want to be there. Why did I give her that form?! I had to get out of there. I couldn't think. I had to get out get out get out get out!

She advised I take some medication. I declined. Then it struck me. "I don't have insurence."

It was her turn to worry. "You don't?"

I won. I could leave. I could hear her thinking. If I couldn't pay, she would have to terminate this meeting. Dream knowledge interferred for a moment and explained that my school would pay for this one meeting... but that was all.

The lady dug through her purse.

[dream skip] The lady dug through a drawer. She explained that she got medication samples and that she could give me some. She found a small bottle and dumped three

[dream skip] four white, round pills into my hand.

I froze, chills going through me. I couldn't take these... I wouldn't. "No...."

She spoke... something about forcing me to take them... to see if they would help level my moods enough to get help myself. She would watch me take one every day to make sure I took them.

"No... I can't take these...."

"You will...."

...and I woke up.