I wish I could say thanks Johnny, but I don't think that therapy is what the doctor ordered.
Last night's dream: I was in my father's kitchen, my father died in '85, but he was there with me. All of the sudden all of the Whinnie The Pooh characters were dancing around us. They were singing too. Singing about sex, drugs and R&R.
What does this mean?
What should I try next?