I’ve been seeing a therapist for the last several years. With all that I’ve been going through health-wise, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to.
When I got to her office last night there was nobody else there, so we just sat in the lobby and started talking. But after a while some other people came in, so we had to move. When we got up to move I used telekinesis to move some of the chairs and our things. “How .. how .. how are you doing that?,” she stammered.
“Well, I guess I think about the objects, and then I kind of create my own gravity, or maybe something like a tractor beam, and well, then I move them.” Nobody had ever asked me that before, so my answer wasn’t very well thought out.
Anyway, she said I’m doing fine, but she took a couple of pills herself.
(Notes from a dream, March 9, 2017.)