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My therapist knew about my nightmare before I had it. I went to therapy last Tuesday. Dr. Mitchell asked: How was the nightmare about the red door? I said: I haven't told you about any nightmare. She smiled: You will tonight. The one with the red door. That night, I dreamed exactly what she described. Red door. Darkness behind it. A voice calling my name. I went back and told her. She said: I know. I'll tell you about your next one. She described another nightmare in detail. That night,