Ben finally took a seat, as though the doctor had passed some sort of test and given the correct answer. "That was my initial reaction, as well. But then I started to have dreams of my own."
The way Ben saw it, he was already here, sitting in the wrong chair, so there was little to no point in withholding information. He was doing this because Juliet needed to know he was seeking help. He was doing this because he had a close friend who was dreaming about being beheaded. He was helping others by helping himself, even if he still couldn't admit to doing this for himself.
"In my dream, I'm still myself, but I live on an island. My wife is there, too. We work together. We... torture people." His voice briefly caught in his throat. "And then I dream that my daughter is dead, and it's my fault, but I don't know how it happened."