Last night I had a strange dream that was operating from the certainty that I was going to have a baby (not physically), but didn't actually provide a mechanism by which that was going to happen; I was still single and lonely, and I was travelling the country trying to round up an emergency support network for myself, trying to turn acquaintences of whom I'm fond but never really built friendships with into proper friends (surprising number of those, many of whom probably don't know how highly I think of them because I never tend to express that directly). As the dream went on I came to realise that being sure I was going to be a father didn't square with my being single/not having impregnated anyone; rather than reexamining the premise, I retained that ironclad certainty but became increasingly confused as to how it was supposed to happen (I didn't get the impression that I needed to make it happen); was the baby going to be birthed through a hole in the universe? Would it just appear somehow? Arrive in the mail? The confusion/frustration continued to build until I woke up with a WTF.
IRL I am eager to be a father someday, but I want to do it the fun way (maybe adopting another) and with a suitable life-partner.
What if on-sum it could be shown that psychosomatic effects are so strong that, used to the utmost, used exclusively they prevent more misery than traditional medicine? What if the skeptic, in such a society, were effectively immune to the positive effects of such medicine?