Dream: Spy Girl

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Dr. Ernie

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The young woman is smart.
Well-dressed.
Confident.

She enters a room with a man old enough to be her father.
It is some sort of office or library.
She has a professional question for him.

He is rude.
Dismissive.
Demeaning to the point of being violating.

But he eventually answers her question.
After asserting his status.
And putting her in her place.

On her way out, she says:

Thanks, Dad.
Say “Hi” to Mom for me.

I am in a car or bus with her.
I know who she is.
She doesn’t know me.
Or know that I know.

I know her so well
I can drop tidbits of information
That she finds useful
Apparently by accident.

I want her to succeed.
I don’t want her to think it was due to me.
I want her to believe in herself.

I don’t want her to have to humiliate herself to get what she needs.
I don’t need her to fear me.
Or even respect me.

Then I wake up.

Are both of those men… me?