I was at work, watching some old videos I found. They showed a 4th of July some of the patients were having in the month before I started working there. I didn't recognize most of the patients, though, and the whole thing seemed very faraway. They were partying in the front office instead of in the group therapy room. The office seemed much bigger than it usually did, and there were tables set up and a couple sinks inn one corner.
The camera panned over to where the file cabinets usually were. Two girls stood in front, laughing. I recognized them as Sarah and Courtney, who went to elementary school with me. I didn't particularly like either one of them, but an eerie feeling came over me when I realized they were severe bulimics. I wondered how many other seemingly normal and happy people I knew also had severe mental problems.
I stopped watching the video. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in what looked to be a church. Only the first few rows of pews were full, but I couldn't see who the other people in the room were. Finally, I could make out Erin, one of the therapists from work, standing at the front of the church. She announced that she had gotten a job at the Child and Development Center in Atlanta and would have to leave our center in the next few weeks. People started talking about the fate of one patient, J., saying that she would have to be "transferred." I wasn't sure why. I jumped up and announced that J. wasn't Erin's patient, that J.'s therapist would still be there to help her out. No one seemed to hear me, though.
(Incidentally, when I came into work the morning after having this dream, I found out that J. jad been taken to the hospital the night before because she had threatented to kill herself during group therapy.)
