Dream about correlation between physical type and illness in females
This is the other dream I had last night, the night I had the dream about walking around Hyde Park Chicago.
In the dream, I had a temp assignment from a temp agency or some such thing, working with this MD doctor. This MD I was working with, had white skin, somewhat curly black hair, and looked like and reminded me of the singer Tom Jones, except his nose was normal and typcial looking as opposed to hawkish looking like Tom Jones' nose. He wore a white coat of the type doctors wear in hospitals. I saw him there, sitting a couple of feet away from me in front of a black, night like background; but he himself was well lit. I do not remember the details, but we were working together on a bunch of data about, you know, hundreds or thousands of women.
(I may not know all the software and mathematical formulas for such things as epidemiological data, but employers should realize that once I overcome my initial ignorance, I can usually trump the specialists. However the reality is, that US employers are incredibly foolish in their hiring practices and this shows in the state of the national economy).
Where we were working together at the hospital, there was a cake, a white cake with white frosting, which I took home to an apartment shaped like the one that I live in, but larger. I kept the cake in a proper looking glass plate with a glass cover, just as such cakes are kept in restaurants. I only took small, thin slices out of it to eat myself, so that there was plenty of cake left over for people who would come by my place to visit. This MD doctor I was working with vouched for the fact that I was unselfish with the cake I took home from the hospital.
This MD doctor had alot of complimentary things to say about me.
next, I got off an elevator in a hospital, and there was a long hallway in front of me stretching directly away from me and the elevator, and directly in front of me, a couple of yards away from the elevator door that I came out of, was this white black haired female in her fifties, wearing a white hospital work type of coat that reached to her knees. This hospital hallway was dark, almost pitch black, but this woman was well lit--I could see her clearly. Her black hair came to the top of her shoulders, and was styled in a curvy type of way. Her face was not pretty, but not ugly; she sort of reminded me of LBJ's wife Lady Bird Johnson but with a normal looking nose; she was not as hawkish looking as Lady Bird Johnson. She was constantly wearing this condescending smile. Somehow we got into a conversation about all the nice things the MD I had been working with had been saying about me. She insisted that this MD, said the same things about everyone that he said about me. I knew that such was not the case, I knew this MD really thought I was quite special, but it was practically impossible to convince her that the MD really thought I was special.
Then I was talking to a white guy who was sitting behind a desk, about ten yards behind where this woman had been standing while talking to me. Though he was sitting in what was almost darkness I could see him clearly. He wore a grayish striped long-sleeved shirt with no tie. He did not wear a lab coat. He had normal length brown hair, and a sparse brown mustache and beard. For some reason I got into a conversation with him. I don't remember the details, but he was very obnoxious in terms of the things he was saying. What I felt was, that he was obnoxious, period. But what I told him was that he SEEMED to be obnoxious. This impressed him, that, instead of saying that he was obnoxious, I said that he SEEMED obnoxious. And so he ceased being obnoxious.
Behind the obnoxious guy, a few yards behind him, I ran into yet another guy. This guy was similar to the MD that I had been working with. I did not see him or remember him as clearly as I saw the other two, but like the other two he was well lit although in a dark environment. I talked to him about the work I had been doing with the MD. He got up from where he was sitting, and went over to sit on a chair by this long modern looking narrow grayish desk that abutted a wall, about ten yards behind me and ten yards to my left. He sat at the desk, and worked at a computer. On this extremely high wall about a yard behind the computer, I saw what looked like white rectangles of light; these rectangles were about a foot and a half wide and a couple of feet high. Row upon row, one on top of the other, of these rectangles, were on this wall. An area of this wall about fifteen yards wide and twenty yards high, was filled with these rectangles. Amongst the rectangles there were icons that looked like the Microsoft logo, the Outlook Express Email logo, and so forth. These rectangles and icons represented documents on file at the hospital. What he was doing as he sat at the computer, was bringing up all the documents I had created in the course of my work with the MD. Some of these documents were email documents, some were other types of documents.
Either before or after he looked up these documents on the wall, he and I got into a conversation about the work I as doing with this MD and what I was concluding from it. I explained to him that my estimation was, that illness in women, correlates with the width and thickness of their bodies. By width I meant the width of the hips, and by thickness, I meant the thickness of the torso from front to back. As best as I can remember, I was not saying that wide thick women were sicklier or healthier than other women; what I was saying, was that thickness and width correlated with illnesses; that is, certain conditions were more likely in wide thick women and certain conditions were less likely in wide thick women.
Then in my mind's eye I saw the Myrtle St. girl (see previous blog, "Dream about being healthy and happy in Hyde Park Chicago"). She was wearing a white hospital type coat. She, as in real life, was very wide hipped; her hips were about 32 inches wide from hip to hip. And her torso was thick; her torso was about a foot thick from front to back. My {deleted}, was very long and also thick, much longer and thicker than it has ever been in real life, about a foot long. It was parallel to the ground, and under her foot-thick torso, under her groin. And I, either in the dream or after I awoke, was thinking to myself that the mysterious source of my enormous [deleted] in the previous dream (reported in my immediately previous blog post about the Hyde Park Chicago dream), was probably this Myrtle St. girl, although it seemed to me that judging from the contents of the dream about walking around Hyde Park Chicago such was not obvious.
It has been stressful for me being separated from the Myrtle St. girl; the stress has rendered me rather incompetent re the task of hunting her down; and people carrying on with economic abuse and social abuse perpetrated against me, has not made the stressful task of hunting her down any easier.
@2005 David Virgil Hobbs
posted by David Virgil at 8:36 AM
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