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I stepped inside the small office building and was greeted by an empty waiting room.

"Hello," I called to the nothingness.

"Brittany?" A petite blond came around the corner holding a clipboard. She looked up at me from above her sleek black rimmed glasses."

"It's Britta," I corrected her, "Brittany's my name, but I go by…"

"Britta it is," she waved in, "Gloria is waiting for you."

I followed the blond down the hallway and into an office. This definitely wasn't what I was expecting. I mean, when you hear, hypnosis, you don't exactly picture a pristine office with leather furniture in the middle of Phoenix.

A tall brunette stood up from behind a desk, "Hello Britta," she smiled, "we spoke on the phone earlier right?"

"Yes," I shook my head, "I looked up your website and I think you can help me."

"Well I sure hope I can," she motioned for me to sit. After dismissing the blonde assistant, Gloria shut the door and took a seat across from me.

"So, I hear you're having some pretty bad dreams," she began.

"They're just, they feel real, but then end up twisted and weird. I wake up screaming," I explained, "my husband's starting to complain."

Gloria laughed and sat back in her chair, "Well Britta, what's happening in these dreams? Any recurrences? Any people are phrases you notice every time?"

Kennedy.

"Uhm, not really," I lied.

Gloria wrinkled her brow, "So the dreams aren't connected at all? There's nothing that ties them all together?"

Kennedy.

"I don't think so," I replied.

"Okay," Gloria shook her head, "tell me about a dream you've had. Any one that you remember."

"Well in one dream I was at my own wedding," I began to explain the first dream I had woken up screaming from, "I was walking down the aisle and when I reached the end my husband wasn't there."

"Who was?" Gloria asked.

Kennedy.

"An ex," I replied.

"See, no we're getting somewhere. You saw your ex at the altar instead of your husband. Why do you think this happened?'

I don't know, maybe because I still love him.

"I don't know," I darted my eyes to the floor.

"Did you and this ex have closure?" Gloria asked.

"Not really," I answered, "We broke up the first time two years ago, but last year we tried again. It was a mistake, it didn't end well."

"Do you think that's the cause of the dreams?" Gloria asked.

"That's why I came here," I replied, "I want to find out why I'm having these dreams."

"I understand," Gloria slid out of her chair, "alright, I'm going to perform our first exercise."

Closing the blinds and turning the lights down, Gloria lit a vanilla candle in the middle of the table and tossed her jacket by her desk.

"The only thing you have to do is relax," she instructed me.

I inhaled the beautiful scent of the candle and reclined into the comfy chair. Gloria put one some music and I felt her soon at my side.

"Okay Britta, close your eyes." I did what she said. "Now all I want is for you to focus on my voice. Relax. Just breathe."

Bringing my legs up and crossed them in the seat and dropped my hands in the center. The only thing I could hear was Gloria's voice.

"Now I'm going to count backwards from 10…" Gloria began to explain, "When I reach the number 5 you're going to be so tired you'll barely be able to hear my voice. But you won't be gone yet, hold on. When I reach 1…you are going to bring yourself to the source of these dreams."

Gloria tapped my right shoulder once, "10…"

She tapped my left, "9…"

Back to my right, "8…"

"7…6…5…"

I felt my heart beat drop and my head started to feel heavy. I didn't know how she expected me to stay awake until 1…

"4…3…2…1"

"Babe!" I heard a voice call to me. My eyes flew open and I frantically looked around. I was surrounded by white chairs and tables. Rose centerpieces marked each individual table. The scent of the ocean filled my nose. I looked down at my beautiful off-white dress. My little belly bump stuck out. I knew exactly where I was. I knew exactly what day it was. June 19th. Eric and I's Second Wedding Celebration.

"Babe, if you don't hurry up, we're gonna miss the plane!" Eric exclaimed from the front of the hall.

"I'm sorry," I jumped up, soon my legs went numb and I fell back into the chair.

"Whoa," Eric came running over, "you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," I replied shaken, "just still…excited…about our wedding."

"You're too cute," Eric kissed my forehead; "you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

"Even the second time around?" I giggled.

"Even the second time," Eric pulled me into a kiss.

I heard a door close behind me and Eric and I both looked. Lacey stepped in looking distraught.

"I'm gonna go make sure the driver knows how to get to the airport," Eric awkwardly excused himself.

"Bye Lovey," I called after him.

Lacey joined me at the table, make-up was running down her face and her lips looked gnawed at. Something was wrong but I couldn't figure it out.

"I need to tell you something," Lacey whispered.

"Okay," I replied, "is everything okay."

"No," she began to cry, "It's not okay."

"Lacey what happened?" I asked. I placed a hand on her knee. Her whole body was shaking.

"You're gonna hate me," she whispered through her fallen tears.

"I'm sure I'm not going to hate you Lacey, you're my best friend, you know that," I soothed.

"I'm not your best friend," Lacey shook her head, "not after what I did."

"Lacey, you are my best friend!" I exclaimed, "now what did you do?"

I watched as Lacey fought a war with herself. She was falling apart as she tried to answer. My worry began to grow. Lacey finally pushed the hair out of her face and sighed. Her green eyes fell upon mine and her lips quivered.

"Lacey, please tell me what's wrong," I whispered.

"I, I…" she began.

"You what?" I begged.

"I slept with Kennedy." Her body shook with sobs as her head fell into her hands.

I was stunned. This had to be a joke. There was no way she could have slept with him. It didn't happen. No. No. Fuck. No.

I stood up, still speechless. Lacey stood before me and tried to apologize. My fists clenched and my teeth ground together.

"I'm so sorry," she cried.

Before I knew it my hand slammed across her face. She caressed her cheek and looked back at me stunned. Pushing past her I grabbed my hand bag off the table and followed the way Eric had gone outside.

I stepped into a dark hallway and patted the walls for a door. Nothing. "Eric!" I called. All I heard was my own voice echoing back to me. "Eric!" I screamed again.

"Britta!" I voice called to me.

"Hello!" I replied, "I don't know where I am. Can you help me?"

"I can't help you Britta, not until you wake up!" the voice replied.

"What!" I screamed, "I am awake, help me please! I'm going to be late to my own honeymoon."

"No you're not!" the voice replied, softer this time, "Just wake up!"

I blinked a few times and woke up back in Gloria's office. She stood before me smiling, "have a nice trip?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah," I shook the sleepiness away and sat up in the chair.

"So where did you go?" Gloria asked.

"My wedding reception," I replied, still confused myself.

"And what happened at this reception?"

"My best friend," I began, "my best friend, she told me she slept with my ex."

"Why do you think you went back to this moment?" Gloria handed me a glass of water.

I hadn't realized how dry my throat was until I started drinking.

"I guess because it was like a turning point in my life," I replied, "I mean I lost my best friend. And I never forgave Kennedy for it."

"Kennedy Brock?" Gloria asked.

"Yeah," I replied embarrassed; I didn't want to bring up his name.

"It's okay," Gloria shook her head, "everything said in here is 100% confidential."

"Okay," I sighed, "I just think, that maybe since Kennedy stopped talking, I lost an important part of me. Maybe these dreams are telling me I made the wrong decision."

"Now what decision would that be?" Gloria asked, "The decision of choosing Eric over Kennedy, or deciding not to speck to Kennedy anymore?"

Wait, did she just say Eric? I never mentioned Eric.

"I don't know," I replied, a little suspicious. "Maybe the dreams have nothing to do with Kennedy, maybe it's Lacey."

"You and Lacey were close," Gloria agreed with me, "losing her so dramatically could be causing these dreams."

"But that was over year ago," I replied, "why would it be affecting me now?"

"Maybe you put it away for so long, in your mind, that is. You had other things to tend to. Your baby, your husband, your album…"

"My Baby?" I shot up, "I never talked about my son…"

"Britta," Gloria chuckled, "did you forget you're famous? All you have to do is type your name into Google and your full Bio comes up."

"Right," I relaxed in my seat. Whatever. Gloria was a creep. I don't care, maybe she could help me.

"I think you need to settle things," Gloria suggested, "with Lacey, or Kennedy, or both. I think these dreams are your subconscious feelings of guilt."

"Guilt? I have nothing to feel guilty about," I replied.

"Of course you do. You feel like The Maine breaking up was your fault. You blame yourself for Lacey's meltdown. And you even blame yourself for not being able to unbreak John Gomez's heart."

That was the final straw. I shot up of the chair and stomped towards the door.

"Look lady, I don't know who you think you are. But you don't know me. You don't know the first thing about me," I pulled the door open and waited for Gloria to respond.

"I might not know everything," she began, "but I do know that you need to settle things with Lacey."

I slammed the door behind me and marched down the hallway. Fuck this. I reached the empty waiting room and pushed through the doors. A flash of auburn hair caught my attention and I darted my eyes to the side of the building. Nothing.

Whatever was doing this to me, this guilt, it had to stop. I had no other choice. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called John.

"Hey," I said once he answered, "I'm willing to help you help Lacey. What do I have to do?"

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