The really sad thing about doctors is the fact that it's not something someone can learn on their own. At least learn on one's own and be treated as a professional. One has to jump through various hurdles and
It was Hallowe'en in Rainy Mountain. A bunch of little kids were trying to goad me into a fight. They wanted me to fight for the sake of fighting for their own entertainment. I ignored them, remaining silent and sullen as I walked away. They taunted and harassed and stalked me through the streets. Fortunately their cajoling really didn't bother me, I just wanted to be left alone.
Sanctuary came in the form of a small bar. Its exterior was plain, made of very dark wood. The front door was its only nod to vanity, covered with roccoco carvings and filligree. Once I was inside, nothing could bother me nor could anything touch me. Heck, I couldn't even hear my tormentors. I spent the rest of the dream sitting quietly near the wall without touching a drop of alcohol.
