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I find myself working as some kind of therapist, even though I have no degree and haven't been advertising as such--I just seem to be attracting patients. Vivid flash of turning the pages of my appointment book and scheduling someone for a 45 minute session on a Monday night. Later I'm sitting in a car with L. talking, and I realize I'm 15 minutes late for an appointment. I run up to my office to meet the fellow, apologize for being late. He seems unconcerned. He reveals in the session that he's a Mormon, and that the angel Gabriel sent him a song or something in a dream, and that the client recorded it and posted it online, but now he's finding his faith shaken because he didn't as a result become famous. I ponder analyzing this, but decide it's better not to shatter his beliefs. Instead I just nod and take notes in order to have something to do.