I dreamt that I was in the brightly lit lobby of a hospital together with many journalists listening to a doctor giving his report on the condition of some famous person. I do not remember who it was, but the patient’s condition was stable and the outlook for recovery was pretty good. Surrounded by cameras and microphones, the doctor went on and on, but I did not listen very carefully. Instead, I was mesmerized by the doctor himself. Most of his head was encased in a plastic molding the color of skin that hugged the skull, the cheeks, and the jaw. There was a joint at the jaw. There was no hair anyplace on the doctor’s head. There were no eyelashes or eyebrows, either. His bulging eyes looked as though they could easily pop out of their sockets. There were several long pipes hugging the plastic molding above his left ear. As the doctor spoke, I could see inside his mouth. Most of his tongue was exposed, too. From where I was standing, I could also count the ridges of his palate. When the doctor finished his report, one of the journalists plucked up his courage for a question that was one everyone’s mind. “Sir” he started after clearing his throat, “could you tell us a bit about … yourself?” I woke up before the doctor answered. But his head stayed with me for a long time.