hartistry: 2011

When one thinks of a dream, one can recollect MLK's Dream speech or perhaps the Dream of Don Quixote in his quest to protect the honor of a maid.
Mine was a dream just before waking from a deep sleep. I was walking on streets that were quite peopled--perhaps New Dehli, Paris, France or Chicago.
A nice woman talk show host hands me a 2 page article of an author of sociological writtings and say see in a bit on the show and this is what we will be
speaking on. I then equivicate about the spelling and pronounciation of the article's author and mull over the aspects of comparing continued physical abuse to
continued emotional abuse. The milieu of the dream however is lighthearted and as I am strolling I am mulling over some possible discussion points and then run into
3 famous sports figures who are very tall and we are laughing and joking. While this is going on I am mentally preparing for the upcoming discussion on TV.
Physical abuse and emotional abuse and how under the law there is a tendency to not find in favor of a plaintiff. Then I woke up. What does it mean, Doctor?