To which I roared back with fury and rage - seriously, it was that emotional:
"I AM A MEDIUM!"
I woke up with a start from that very weird, very specific, extremely short nightmare.
How bizarre. I wonder, what the hell triggered that strange snippet?
Still, it was dusk and getting colder, so my friend said, "I'll head to the car. I have two coats, I'll bring one for you."
Immediately, all I could think was, "I won't fit in that coat." I mean, that thought - preprogramed from a lifetime of similar conclusions - appeared in a microsecond. It was freaky.
Now, my friend is maybe a size smaller than me, so it wasn't like I was still 282.4 lbs. But my brain automatically seems to think I still am from time to time.
My friend returned with the jacket and I put it on. It fit fine.
Suck it, cranium.