(Dream 1; upon receiving the first issue of the Journal):Some pamphlets telling about a book. I see the book but its title is hidden.

(Dream 2): I see the title of the book. It is "Wild Journeys."

(Dream 3; upon finishing reading the Journal): I receive two booklets from Dr. Norman Shealy. I am trying to finish reading them but I can't see their titles. I know they are award-winning booklets. (M.L.M., San Diego, California)

I fly over a city scanning the land below. I come upon a complex of buildings on the banks of a river. It is a center of learning and is distinctly different from the rest of the city. The houses in the city are small, box-like, nondescript and crowded, but the learning center has spacious grounds and very futuristic architecture—it looks like a conception of a lunar colony with domes and angular shapes, faintly glowing with a luminescent, pale, light yellow light. I fly down closer to get a better look at the people. Inside a big dome auditorium I see an assembly of persons, predominantly older men with long white beards. They look like Greek philosophers with kind, thoughtful, contemplative faces. However, they all seem to lack vibrance and vitality. They seem too thoughtful and not so inclined to action. I am rather disappointed, as I had hoped for more flamboyance and color. There are younger students there also. I consider joining. (T.M., Plainfield, Vermont)

I am in a class and we are learning to make doors. I ask why we are learning to make doors and the guy I am working with tells me that it is a survival skill. I am working with three other people—another woman and two men. The doors we are working on are on a scaffolding made of brass pipes. There is a woman's door and a man's door—they open towards each other.