are no longer in the desert. There are woods and
meadows all around us and babbling brooks with flowers
at the edge. As we drive, the wagon becomes larger and
larger. Suddenly it is a barn filled with hay. Everybody
is square-dancing and having a good time. Each person
takes a turn calling the turns. I wake up laughing so hard
and loud I have to look around to make sure I am home.
(C.N.E., Mount Laurel, New Jersey)

     I dreamed about circles, and sang "Let the Circle Be
Unbroken." (D.R., Independence, Kansas)

     I am starting on an ocean liner trip. The ship is not a
first-class ship, but perhaps a second-class one. I have
paid for the trip but don't know what to expect in the
way of financial extras. Everything takes place in a
circle. All the chairs are arranged in a circle on the main
deck and, with brief exceptions, everybody always
comes back to this circle for the whole of the trip. There
is one chair with an arm-desk attached [as in school]
where one can work on a potter's wheel. I think this is
nice, except for the fact that people will be standing
around watching you. I don't like that, nor do I much like
the idea of being constantly brought together with no
more tune for the individual than is allowed for.
     There are plenty of stewards and stewardesses on
board to attend to the guests. We [there are several
people in my care] have a steward meeting our needs as
well as a number of other passengers. The steward is
seemingly sincere in his attention to us, but I feel it may
be for extra tips. He brings a large bouquet of lilacs to
me. I take them to my kitchen cabinet [on board ship] to
look for an appropriate container. I have four large
containers, like pitchers. Three are clear crystal and one
a clear amber color, but all are slightly larger than is
needed. They are all I have and I think that one of them
will do. Then I notice that the bouquet is really two
bouquets and I think it presumptuous of me to assume
that both are for me, although the steward did not say

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