The Patient I Could Not See

I was in my consulting room but the chair where my patients sit was empty, even though I was certain someone was there. I could feel a presence. I kept asking questions and getting answers — I could hear a voice clearly — but when I looked at the chair it was empty. At some point I realised the voice was coming from inside the chair itself, or maybe from inside me. My notes were filling themselves. The session felt very long and very important. When it ended I tried to read what I had written but the handwriting was not mine.