I'm at a seashore resort looking for something, as if for
a place I've been to before. Finally I [or we, as all the
time I feel that someone else is with me] enter this one
place and recognize something about it. It is a pool that
can be reached through sliding glass doors. There is also
a dance area that seems familiar to me. I then find myself
in a dressing room. A woman is getting dressed. I look at
her and wish that she would not undress with me in
there. As her clothes drop to the floor, she sees me and
falls back in surprise. I feel slightly embarrassed.
     Now I am walking along, looking toward the ocean. I
notice a water spout, a twister in the water, that is
developing. I mention this and someone says, "There are
three of them." I become aware of two behind the one I
had noticed and also one off to my right that had
dissipated into a stream of water.
     Now I'm watching someone painting. He is painting
several large squares connected together with several
smaller squares. It reminds me of a square wave
formation, of "pulse modulated frequency," as seen on an
oscilloscope. Someone wants to help this man but he
won't let him. (C.G., Melbourne, Florida)

     I am sharing a bed with an individual who never seems
to come out from under the covers. The side of the bed
nearer the wall is "my" side, the side I always enter and
exit from. That wall has a window, but apparently the
shades are always drawn, as the light in the room is
always dim. I had gone to bed, and upon awakening in
the morning I find that my bed-partner is dead. The
cause of death is strangulation. Without delay I summon
assistance. Crowds of learned men, doctors and
professors determine that he is dead. Then they leave. I
talk with my husband about all this. Then my household
duties carry me past the bedroom door; and my glance is
drawn fearfully into the room where I see the
blanket-covered body. Then I notice something different.
It looks as if the corpse, which had been lying on its back,
has now turned on its side, facing away from the door. As
I had feared, I am now compelled to step into the room,

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