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slowly started shaking it from side to side, seeing the movement ripple across the shoulder and to the rest of Mack’s body. “Excellent.” He then did the same with his other arm. “You’re really doing an amazing job.
    How does it feel?”
    “Relaxing,” Mack laughed out loud. “I dunno, I like doing the exercises, they make it easy for me to wind down at night and I think I even sleep better.”
    “That’s good.”

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    “I still have the dreams, though.”
    “You told me you had vividly sexual dreams sometimes, but you never elaborated. We have twenty minutes left. Would you care to tell me about them?”
    Mack seemed to think about it. Eventually he agreed, but his relaxed posture had changed somehow. “There are different kinds. The one I had last night was the rape.”
    “Rape?” Jay asked, trying not to sound shocked, fearing that it would stop Mack from talking.
    “Well, technically speaking it isn’t rape as such.”
    “Please, tell me,” Jay urged him on.
    “This always occurs in a place I’m not comfortable in. Never happens in my bedroom at my house. Yesterday I dreamed it happened at the gym. I was in the shower and a guy accosted me, asked me what I was doing there. So I told him the truth, that I was sweaty from working out and that I wanted to be left alone. Before I knew what was going on, he was pressing me against the wall and was… pushing his cock inside my body.”
    Mack was clearly a little uneasy about divulging his dreams to Jay.
    He’d had enough therapy to know that Jay would suggest that dreams were actually sexual fantasies. Jay remained non-judgemental, though, and didn’t even comment on Mack’s use of the slang word for penis, since the meaning of it was clear to both of them. He just wanted to keep Mack talking about it, hoping to find the real meaning of the dream.
    “Did it hurt?”
    “That was the strange thing. I’d been scared until then and worried that it would hurt. I remember bracing myself, but once he was inside me it felt really good. Of course then I woke up. I can’t even come in my dreams.”
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    sound neutral and interested, of course.
    Mack nodded. “It took me until lunchtime to shake it.”
    “Did you have an erection?”
    “Yeah,” Mack admitted rather proudly, but then his mood lowered again. “It went away as soon as I touched it.” Mack righted the recliner and hunched his shoulders. “If only I could actually find some release, life would be a lot less complicated.”
    “Is this dream typical of the dreams you say you keep having?” Jay asked.
    “I don’t know if it’s typical. I don’t get raped in the other ones.”
    “Good,” Jay replied. “Not that a rape fantasy is bad. A lot of people have them, and just because you have the fantasy doesn’t mean that you want it to come true. I was actually wondering if the other dreams had an element of fear in them as well?” Mack inhaled deeply. “There’s one where I’m very close to another body, kissing it, licking it, basically making love to it – this guy is headless by the way, or I should say faceless. I have no idea what he looks like but his body is lean and his skin is soft and almost hairless. Anyway, I’m taking his cock in my mouth and sucking on it and I like the taste and feel of it and then he stops me and tells me he wants me to touch myself.
    I do and he tells me how hot I look jacking off while I’m blowing him. I usually wake up after that.”
    “So he wants it to be reciprocal? That’s nice of him,” Jay chuckled, knowing they were drifting into the euphemisms again. He didn’t want to break their comfortable conversation by pointing that out, though. “I think this is more of your desire speaking. Dreams often reflect our subconscious or not so subconscious desires. Things we would never admit to in real life. Sometimes it makes us face things we don’t want to face in real life.”
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    “Yes,” Jay acknowledged. “Why don’t you write down the dreams you remember in as much detail as you can, and we’ll talk about them some more next time?”
    “Okay,” Mack agreed and got up from the chair to slip his jacket on. They shook hands and then he left.

    “SO when did this therapy become more physical, Mr.