Dream 9

Three of us at some sort of psychology group chat with a therapist. The therapist is fuzzy, not sure if man or woman but feels feminine. The lady between me and a dark skinned man tells us a story of loss. She is also indistinct expect for her blonde hair. It's not clear who she has lost but her voice clearly shows her to be in pain. The dark man consoles her with a story of his son. Turns out his cultural upbringing makes it hard for him to emote but he makes an impassioned speech to the lady. The therapist is still fuzzy, not reacting, but the blonde lady sniffs and seems calmer. My nose begins to bleed and suddenly I am walking on snow leaving a red trail behind me. I wake.