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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