ABSTRACT
Morpheus was the god who could insert himself into anyone’s dreams. Most therapists have had the experience of showing up in one or more of their patients’ dreams. Over the years, I have taken on a variety of chimerical roles in these nightly playlets, sometimes quite surprising ones. A griffin, a cloud, a murderer. A snake, a nun without clothes, a red, flashing Exit sign. A hotelier, a boat captain down the River Styx, a power-line repairman, a Power Ranger. A bell, a trace of sweat, a hobo, a mitochondrion. A mother, a father, the God-of-Fathers. An ice-wolf. A blood-stone. And I never really figured out what those last two are; they were simply how I was described.
