08-29-2015, 09:02 AM
I'm at my dad's house. He's got the biofeedback doctor at his house and the doc has a handheld contraption to zap at the person and gets the health reading in a digital readout. He zaps my dad's midsection....37 was the result. My dad says, "Well hotdog that is a terrible number."
I was listening from upstairs and I didn't think the number sounded all that bad. However, I found the case to the doc's machine and inside was a user's guide. There wasn't a scale but had two numbers:
105: Basically the lowest reading from healthy people
72: Basically death if the number is below this
I said, "Oh my gosh, my dad has terrible intestinal health." But also I thought that I wanted to check my own intestines to do 2 things: Confirm the machine is working and see how healthy my intestines were (sort of contradictory missions in hindsight).
I ran downstairs and Dr. Phil had packed everything up. He was older now, much older. He looked like my now deceased grandfather, and Dr. Phil was driving. He filled up his pickup truck with some lawnmower device. My dad was sitting in the back of the pickup and my uncle too. I hopped in and away we went. As the truck started to drive off, I thought, "Why did I get in here, I mean where are we even going?"
Then, my uncle and I looked at each other marveling at how Dr. Phil wasn't watching the road. He had a ball cap on and with one hand on the wheel, he was looking back at his contraption. After about 20 seconds, he finally turned his head and got a glimpse of the road. He made a small adjustment and turned to look backward again. A curve was coming, so was another car. I was thinking that there was no way we were going to get there safe. Dr. Phil turned again just before the turn and then slowed down to make the turn.
What a bizarre dream!
I was listening from upstairs and I didn't think the number sounded all that bad. However, I found the case to the doc's machine and inside was a user's guide. There wasn't a scale but had two numbers:
105: Basically the lowest reading from healthy people
72: Basically death if the number is below this
I said, "Oh my gosh, my dad has terrible intestinal health." But also I thought that I wanted to check my own intestines to do 2 things: Confirm the machine is working and see how healthy my intestines were (sort of contradictory missions in hindsight).
I ran downstairs and Dr. Phil had packed everything up. He was older now, much older. He looked like my now deceased grandfather, and Dr. Phil was driving. He filled up his pickup truck with some lawnmower device. My dad was sitting in the back of the pickup and my uncle too. I hopped in and away we went. As the truck started to drive off, I thought, "Why did I get in here, I mean where are we even going?"
Then, my uncle and I looked at each other marveling at how Dr. Phil wasn't watching the road. He had a ball cap on and with one hand on the wheel, he was looking back at his contraption. After about 20 seconds, he finally turned his head and got a glimpse of the road. He made a small adjustment and turned to look backward again. A curve was coming, so was another car. I was thinking that there was no way we were going to get there safe. Dr. Phil turned again just before the turn and then slowed down to make the turn.
What a bizarre dream!