I am looking through a beautiful magazine, with glossy
paper.  Everything is in color.  The paper  is of  such high
gloss  that  light  reflects  off  of  it.  It  reminds me of the
National Geographic.  A  voice  speaks  to  me  and says,
"Check this, it is Sundance." (J.S., Lancaster,
California)
     I am on the sidewalk on  my way to the mailbox to mail
a  group  of important letters,  my  Sundance  subscription
being one of them.  Standing  at the  mailbox holding open
the lid  is  a mailman.  All around him and the mailbox are
open sacks of mail filled to capacity.  I  do not understand
why  the mailman holds the  lid open  for  the other people
besides myself coming  to mail letters. The understanding
given  is  that there are  a  few minutes left  before  all the
mail  is to  be collected  at  the ten  o'clock  collection and
the  mailman  is  waiting  for  the "rest  of  us" to  get  our
letters in before he takes them all. Of all the people going
to  the mailbox  I recognize  only two—one  is a friend and
the  other  is a  master in  the physical  with  whom  I work.
(E.S., Connellsville, Pennsylvania)

     Two days before the subscription flyer for Sundance
arrived I had the following dream:
     I  am  dancing  a  circle dance.  The  other  dancers are
members of  the A.R.E. Study Groups and of a group that
meets weekly but  has no name.  The dance symbolizes to
us unity  and  oneness with God.  The feeling  is one of joy
and love enjoyed  by all present.  I am conscious  of  all of
this and also  of  the  oneness  of spiritual  purpose among
the dancers. (P.L.J., Walla Walla, Washington)

     I  go to the source of  the Sundance Community Dream
Journal in person, traveling in the dark. I arrive at a large
white house similar  to the A.R.E. Headquarters  on top of
a  hill  in Virginia Beach.  It is very dark  but  light enough
for me to see that  surrounding the entire house is hooked

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