(Dream 1) I am  talking aloud  to myself  in a room full
of people.

     (Dream 2) I  am  sitting  beside  a  muddy,  placid pond
with  a  woman friend.  Men  bring  a  tree  trunk  (it has a
divided trunk)  to  the  pond.  I  move aside  and they slide
the tree into the water.  The trunk displaces the water and
it  washes  up  to  my  friend  and  I.  We float  towards the
middle of the pond,  then we feel suction, as in a whirlpool.
Suddenly we are swept along.  There is  a thunderous roar
in my ears  as we  approach the brink of a fall.  I reach out
to  grab  some branches,  like willow stems.  As  my hands
slip on them, I  shout to my friend to grab something, but I
feel  she  is  too  far  away   and  is  swept  over  the  brink.
(B.S., Vancouver, British Columbia)

     I  enter a room where  an old man sleeps.  I  make love
with him.  It  seems  to  mean a  lot to him,  although  I am
revolted because  of  his condition  and the  dingy state of
the room. I feel a certain fascination and a commitment to
return.  The old man is not there.  The shades  are up and
the  room   is  transformed   by  yellow  sunlight.   A  stern
woman tells me to remove the painting on the wall which I
have painted and hung there. She tells me that I can bring
something else  to put in its place if I wish.  I tell her I like
the way things look without any replacement.
      I  then  walk through  a marshland.  By the yellow, tan
and  brown tones  of  the rushes  and weeds, as well  as by
their texture, I  know it is autumn. Many variety and sizes
and shapes  of birds  are feeding there. I am aware of how
many different  hues  my  eyes  can  now  discern  in  what
used  to seem a  monotone landscape.  There is a mood of
happy tension. I am joined by others. (M.L.C., Mt. Kisco,
New York)

     I am looking down on a long dock with a long net pulled
up along  the near side.  It is full of various sea life.  There
is  a long  fish, which  I  know is  a bluefish,  about  six feet

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