Later I looked up the meaning of Amalia, which turned out to be "industrious." I took it to mean that I had better work on myself instead of waiting for something to happen. (K.B.; Spencer, West Virginia)

I'm cleaning off the top of my desk. I pick up a handful of Kleenex. There seems to be something heavy wrapped up in it. I shake it out and see that it could be a spider. I drop it and step back. I realize that I'm dreaming, and everything starts to fade out. I sit down on my bed and try to stabilize the image, which happens right away. Going back to my desk, I drop down on my knees and pray that Francis of Assisi might come and help me. Then he's right there with his hands on my shoulders. He picks up the Kleenex and the spider is gone. (D.G.; Lititz, Pennsylvania)

I dream that I am driving my mother through the Baltimore city streets. (This had happened previously and had been very emotional and frightening to me.) The fact that I had done this before made me aware that I was dreaming. While I am dreaming I notice something that is different and more pleasant than the actual event had been. The sidewalks have flowers on them, as if they are being sold. As my mother loves flowers, I naturally find myself standing with her in front of these flowers. There seems to be a white wall behind the flowers. Suddenly I find myself completely conscious, only in another world. I say, "Wait a minute, this isn't right, this isn't right!" Everything is bright. I reach down and touch the flowers which are yellow daisies, and find that they are real. I am terribly afraid and shocked by this. I am completely awake, and the world in which I find myself is as real as the waking world. I think quickly of my mother, and I know that I am alone in this experience. But I reach out to where she had been and say, "Mother, I love you." This immediately pulls me back into the dream. Then I proceed to try and explain to her what has happened to me. However, the flowers are different now. They are snapdragons, and something else that I can't remember. The dream continues normally. (N.B.; Baltimore, Maryland)

I dream that I wake up in bed with a dark, hairy mass sitting on my chest. It is pressing down harder by the minute. I am filled with horror and fear, but then realize