Dream Journal

Multiple sessions later…

“Have you been documenting the nightmares you've been having in the dream journal I suggested?” Jessica asked.

“Yes,” Renee affirmed, feeling awkward about it.

“Would you like to share them?”

“How will that help exactly?” Renee asked nervously.

“Our dreams can say alot about our state of mind. The classic examples being falling from a great height, being chased by something, or… public nudity *ahem* indicating things like anxiety and loss of control. Fear of something or someone. Or um, feeling self conscience or fear of embarrassing ourselves. Depending on the person and the context of course. Using that we can analyse your trauma’s effect on your inner psyche and find ways to combat those feelings” Jessica explained.

“Urge, and I don’t imagine summarizing them as all being some variation of being seen, mostly at school, naked would be very helpful?” Renee clarified.

“You go into as much detail you’re comfortable with sharing, but for the best results being as open and honest as possible is your best bet. The more data I can collect and analyse the better profile I can make to suit your situation. And if you’re willing you can just allow me to read the journal instead of going into detail on your own, though I might ask clarifying questions as I go through” Jessica suggested and informed.

Renee sighed but bit the bullet and handed the book over from her bag.

Jessica accepted it with a smile and opened it up. To be surprised with just how full it was. There were multiple stories in there, many being pages long with very in depth detail. “You said that you have two to three nightmares a week, right?” Jessica asked, clearly surprised by the amount of material.

“Th-that was a guess, I didn’t honestly know until I started keeping track, as many I forgot soon after I woke up. It’s more like four to five a week and um sometimes I get more than one story in one night. Plus they just got more vivid and surreal the more I started to write them down” Renee explained.

“Uh-huh…” Jessica mumbled as she was skimming through some of the stories.

One about Tracy confronting her at the “Happy Place” Renee had told her about instead of stealing her clothes. Ending up with Renee exposing herself to a Moo Moo Coffee joint then a surprise party at her house.

Then there was one where two boys from school Renee barely knew, inventing some god forsaken watch that they used to teleport her clothes off during lunch.

Another of Tracy stripping her in a girls bathroom before throwing her out into the busy school hallway.

Then weirdly entirely separate dreams would connect to another or even replay one just to branch off somewhere. Some took place at the school others happened at a park, a museum, her church.

If she wasn’t reading them from Renee’s journal she would’ve thought these were the horny fantasies of some third rate smut author from some backwater website.

“*ahem* Are there any that stick out to you as memorable that I could start with?” Jessica asked, wanting somewhere to jump into this ocean of material.