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"Where the Wild Things Are"

Iris had a recurring dream. And she knew that this had to change. The dream never led to resolution, it only perplexed and confused her. Any amount of self-analysis provided her with dead-end conclusions. The dream: to win the annual award to be "The Great Seducer".

'What is that really?' She'd wake up and question herself - 'What is The Great Seducer? Where did it come from? Why am I dreaming about this and why am I dreaming about an award?'

Iris had a clear-cut daily routine. She'd get up at 6:00 AM on the dot, she would have no more than one cup of coffee, and she'd finish up where she left off in her book the night before. By 9:00 her day started at work. She always had a full schedule of patients and her day would finally end to a pleasurable dinner at a top notch sushi restaurants she'd scout out by herself. The evenings were: hot tea, and a good book. She was an attractive woman when she wanted to be; she dressed professionally on a daily basis, and was concerned with skin care and skin products. Preserving herself came from her mother's care. Her mother would always advise her to take care of her skin and everything else would follow. Iris, as she would put it herself, was 'satisfied' with her life.

Iris' college years weren't filled with intimate relationships, as she put all her time and mind to her studies, and after a PHD and ten years of Psychoanalysis, she discovered she was missing something: a relationship outside of good books, flavored tea and sushi restaurants. That something was the ability to actually have a relationship outside of work. Along with that relationship would be intimacy and maybe, seduction. She didn't have a clue. She never had hands on experience, but she had a ton of advice to give to those with the same issue.

The epiphany of 'missing something in her life' didn't come to her in her sessions with her own therapist, but in her recurring dream that seemed to happen after meetings with patients with inferiority complexes and others coping with fear. Tonight, after another "Great Seducer" dream, she decided to do something she's never done before.

In her dream she is always dressed in her favorite green dress. The one she wore to the Annual Therapist Research Awards where she won a grant to study and write about the Cognitive Therapy for Depression. Her dream would always start the same: in her dress, walking into a college dorm, looking for 'someone'.

She arrives at a door and suddenly the hallway,

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