Dream Journal

I’m seeing my counselor-psychiatrist, John Travlota. He is going to give me some medication. I’m standing there thinking (or did I say it?) that the only medication I would want would be one to increase my willpower. Then I say “What does it do?” and he says it increases my willpower. There’s 4 white pills in a styrofoam cup with cotton. So I sit down with John and am only half listening to him, wanting to tell him how much I admire him instead. He tells me to take the pills and lay down and close my eyes and tell him what I see. I close my eyes and the images that arise are bright and filled with glowy white light. There’s a car driving all over this pretty field, repeatedly running over Meg Ryan who was riding a bike. I thought that it was because of some anger towards John.