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            "So tell me Dr. Stephens why is it you've come to me"?  

"Dr. Reynolds I've heard good things about you, and I felt the need to see a specialist to help me make sense of dreams I've been having lately".

"Tell me about them"."Ever since I began working the night rounds at the hospital my XXXX pattern has been completely out of whack. It seems as if I can never get enough XXXX. I spend my days XXXX till noon just to wake up and go and work an eighteen hour shift. Along with my poor XXXX pattern my subconscious has been feeding me wild dreams. The most bizarre of these seems to occur nearly nightly".

 " Let's begin with that one".                                                                                  

"It always begins the same. I get home from a long night of work. I'm completely exhausted. My feet are sore from being on them all day. I sit on my couch and take my shoes off and peel my damp socks from my feet. I lie down and doze off." 

"Sounds pretty textbook to me Dr Stephens". "I haven't gotten to the weird part. I wake up to find myself bound and gagged".

 "Bound and gagged"?

"Yes bound and gagged. I can see every detail. Ropes are wrapped around my torso tightly cutting off my circulation. My wrists are crossed and rope binds them together. My ankles are wrapped so tightly it feels as if I have one leg. Worst of all I go to speak and surgical tape is wrapped around my head clenched between my teeth. I can still feel the tape pulling at my facial hair".

 "Keep going Stephens".

"Well as I begin to try and get loose I realize my ankles and wrists are all of a sudden cinched together with even more rope. I struggle hard to get loose. I twist on the couch turning my wrists only to have the rope get tighter burning me. I wriggle my feet and vigorously try and loosen them. My soles are still wet with sweat and my ankles begin to ache. I fall off the couch to the floor and continue my struggle."

 "I make it to my knees and pull with all my might. Sweat trickles from forehead as my struggle intensifies. I yank and pull with all my strength. The ropes pull tighter as if they have a mind of their own. I clench my reddened hands and try to pry my wrists loose. I fall on my back and roll like a ball on the carpet. I cannot get loose. I try to raise my voice above the surgical tape clenched in my teeth, but only inaudible sounds of mmmppphhh and growls escape. Saliva moistens the tape in my mouth but does not break it. The adhesive sticking to my cheeks moves with my face as if it were a second skin. As I struggle every muscle in my body stiffens, I flex my calf muscles as I try and get my ankles loose. I twist my shoulders up and down to loosen the bindings around my torso. It is as if I am an unwilling partner in a dance with the rope. Wrapped tight like a mummy, mute because of my gagged mouth it is an endless struggle".                                                                                                                                                                                                      

           "The funny thing is Dr. when I awoke the other day from this dream a roll of surgical tape was lying next to me". "What does this mean Doctor? Doctor Reynolds are you listening to me"?

"Of course I am I was just thinking about your dream. Listen Stephens it sounds to me as if you are struggling with yourself for some reason. We'll need to schedule a few more sessions to dig deeper. Make an appointment for next week so we can explore all the options".

"Do you think its something to do with work Doctor Reynolds"?

"Possibly, we'll tackle a little more next week. By the way bring the roll of tape with you next week".