I was so tired, exhausted, could not stand this feeling. It was as if some part of my brain had been removed from my head, as if I had forgotten something important had happened, as if someone had stolen some memory of me.

Sometimes I dream of the sea crashing with large rocks, with high mountains singing a beautiful melody and an old man with white hair, tall and with a big nose.

- Jane, tells me how your week has been. Any progress? - Asked my psychologist, Anne.

- I honestly think that after the twenty-five sessions that I've had a little better. - I said - But I keep having the same strange dreams ever.

- Dear, these weird dreams that you are taking may have been something that has happened in your life long ago, or just your imagination. So I want to propose a new technique I learned, that I think will serve to find out if it's real or not.

- What?

- It is the technique of hypnosis. With it we can find in your mind even the most hidden memories you have. Of the most hidden memories to the most recent...

- YES! I want! - I yelled, not letting her finish speaking.

- Okay, so we will do in the next session. Timeout, Jane. See you next week, and come prepared psychologically for this.

- Ok! Thanks, have a nice day!

I left Annie“s room; she was a lady of fifty-four years. He had light blond hair with some white lint because of his age, was tall with blue eyes and brown skin. She looked little like a teacher I ever had in grade school, but that's beside the point.

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