The argument was taking a toll. Three nights in a row he had dreamed of the same Punch and Judy show. He even went to the Tarot Card Lady, but she just said, “Honey, you don’t need a reading. You need Professional Help. Let me give you the number of my therapist”.

He had never been to a therapist before, but he was willing to try anything not to have the same dream again.

High there, my name is Dr. Bickerson. He had opted for the Telemedicine Zoom option. The doctor presented himself in a clean pressed Oxford shirt. A tie dyed ascot completed the ensemble. He was smoking a pipe. He remembered thinking this might not go so well when the Nurse came in and hit the doctor with a clipboard. The doctor replied with a vicious smack over her head with the pipe.

That was the good thing about Telemedicine, you could just close the window. That night he started to have that dream again, but he reached over and closed the window.