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   Have you ever heard that Benedict Arnold was a drug specialist before he   
   received his worldwide fame as a General?   
      
   My Encyclopedia is titled "Winston's cumulative loose-leaf" Copyright 1925,   
   by The John C. Winston Co.   
      
   Binder protected under United States Patent Rights of August 27, 1918 and   
   June 4, 1907.   
      
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   Dr. Agbabian - Chapter 1   
      
   Dreams have we not had a hundred or more?   
   Personally, I liked dreams, especially when I had heard that they helped to   
   make-up the person's total being, that saying was over fifty-years ago.  My   
   husband and I were both born in 1942. When I was young, I had heard that if   
   a dream awakens you, it was one of importance. Your subconscious self was   
   telling you something.   
      
   Ahhh, dreams could oscillate like a pendulum, viewing good deeds and even   
   evil.  Often the reveries themselves would identify who desired the part of   
   playing nice guy and who craved the part of the other.  The reverie would   
   baffle and bewilder.  The dream could also be used as areas to research in   
   waking life, as did one dream to me.   
   In the twilight of a December 1978 reverie, I could hear the dream speak the   
   word "Remember."  I thought it was I speaking, so I drifted along with the   
   remembrance.  In the dream, it was as if I was watching a TV screen.  The   
   scene was inside a hospital.  A short, dark-haired man wearing a white   
   doctor's coat entered my   
   room.  Quickly, I remembered the 1978 reality scene, when Dr. Agbabian   
   walked into the room to visit me.  I had met Dr. Agbabian once and that was   
   in July 1978. It was on the second day of my five-day hospitalization.  In   
   1977 the year prior to my hospitalization, I had heard Dr. Agbabian's name   
   mentioned several times when Hubby and son were hospitalized. The doctor   
   expert trinity was Dr. Spiering (family doctor), Dr. Agbabian (internal   
   medicine), and Dr. Knauss (surgeon).  On the fifth day of my   
   hospitalization, I had met with a phenomenon, a hospital ghost that said;   
   "This is your last ride home!"   
      
      
   It scared the shit out of me.  I put my clothes on and went home with my   
   last visitor, which was my husband, Bill.  Someone might call the phantom's   
   voice an apparition, a spirit, or a guardian angel.  Meanwhile, hubby was   
   angry as he thought that we might have to pay the $2500 hospital bill.   
     Clearly I remembered Dr. Agbabian's visit.  "Yes, that was in 1978," I   
   replied to the dream.   
     Then the dream showed a second visit with Dr. Agbabian.  Dr. Agbabian sat   
   at his medical desk, thinking about Rita's next medical test.  I could   
   clearly hear his thoughts: "If I run a test on the kidneys, then Dr. Knauss   
   would run an ovary test."   
     I had only met Dr. Agbabian once; there was never a second time.  So, I   
   replied: "No, I don't remember that!"   
   The dream scene darkened, and answered in a slow, firm tone: "Y-o-u-d   
   better!"   
   There was something in the dream that gave me the impression that the two   
   1977 surgeries represented two devious-deed items: one was medical greed and   
   the other was the destruction of the United States antibiotic policies.   
     I felt annoyed and uncomfortable with the dream's words, so I started   
   talking to the dream.  "I only saw Dr. Agbabian once, and that was on the   
   second day of my five-day hospitalization.  He never visited me a second   
   time.  Why are you telling me that he did?"   
     The dream's voice replied: "The chemicals can illuminate as well as   
   eliminate."   
      
      
     I woke annoyed with the thoughts that a doctor would deliberately   
   prescribe an ill fate...especially mine.  My thoughts reminisced about every   
   word that was mentioned during my one visit with Dr. Agbabian.  The doctor   
   and I briefly discussed Dr. Spiering thinking that the problem was in the   
   ovary. Dr. Agbabian and I also briefly mentioned hubby and son's 1977   
   surgeries. Maybe there was a medical cover-up within one or two of the 1977   
   surgeries. The next test Dr. Agbabian ordered was the kidney test.   
      
   According to the dream, the dyes used in both the kidney and ovary tests   
   would cause a reaction, and probably fatal. Somehow the dream's symbol   
   reminded me that a lie could destroy a complete country. The evil Michigan   
   doctor would deprive my husband and me the right to the more effective   
   medicines.   
   In 1978, I had walked out of the hospital because of the unusual voice,   
   appearing and saying: "This is your last ride home!"  I knew nothing about   
   chemical reactions.   
     The following night as I entered the dream world, I could again hear the   
   word "Remember."   
     I carefully examined the dream scene.  This time, I saw my dreamself   
   standing in front of a six-foot tall bookcase.  My eyes scanned the blurred   
   book titles.  As I looked toward to the top, two books were vivid and it was   
   as if the TV lens had zoomed-in to focus.  I'm only five-foot-three, so I   
   couldn't reach the top shelf were the two books stood upright in the shelf   
   middle and were surrounded by many other books.  I strained my eyes to read   
   the titles.  One had a white cover and the title The Walk Over was printed   
   on the book's spine, while the other had a black cover and sat further   
   inside the bookcase, creating a shadowy outline.  I couldn't see the second   
   book's title.  It set too far into the darken shadows.  The dream then   
   revealed the books complete contents in two words: "My Salvation."   
      
   Immediately, I could see my dreamself look more closely for a real title. My   
   eyes scanned the books outline for details.  All I could see was that the   
   book was covered in black and sat a little too high for clarity.   
     Then suddenly "The Walk Over" book fell from the shelf.  The 8-1/2"X11"   
   white pages drifted through space.  I watched my dreamself read the pages.   
   At first, I was impressed.  I could see $250,000 was laced within the   
   falling pages.  The dream narrated, "Simple write the book the way you lived   
   it. When it goes upon the shelf, it will go under non-fiction.  Mine will be   
   the biggest prophet of them all."   
     I watched my dream-face-person's facial expression change from impressed   
   to disgust, as I read each page drifting in front of my dreamself eyes.   
   Another panic attack flared. My dreamself stepped back horrified.  Raising   
   my hand, I said, "No. It's not enough.  No.  I'm not going to do that!"  I   
   was furious at this remember-thing dream.  First, it showed how easily a   
   doctor could kill me; now it was showing the stupidest words I have ever   
   heard.   
      
   I turned to exit. As I reached the open doorway, I turned again to face the   
      
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