3) I am in town with a friend. We have been part of a large, world-wide operation of some sort. It is 4:30 P.M., and I notice some of the traffic slowing down and coming to a stop. I realize there will be an announcement on the radio as to the results of what was going on. If things went wrong, I know that some of the drivers who have stopped on the bridge ramp will simply drive off the bridge. We turn on the radio and the results that are announced are fine. All is well and the traffic resumes. Now I am helping replace some lights that are on the street. A man, I think it is my former dream instructor, is working on huge stilts with clamps on his knees to keep him from slipping off. I am helping him. The local community has donated lots of coffee and donuts and coffee cakes. I see into a building where some women are dishing out freshly baked cakes and donuts. There is a feeling of community spirit and cooperation.

There are several large books on a table. Each book has an insert, consisting of a large, stiff page that almost seems like wood. Each insert has two huge holes spaced like eyes. Somehow, later, you are supposed to read these, and the words that had to go in are quotations from something (I forget the quotations). In the meantime, however, you are to go about your business and activities with other people. These seem to be normal, social activities. When you discuss what you are to read into these inserts, you are always told, "You'll know when you read it."

1) I am walking down "corridors of power." The place has a feeling of importance, for the people here commonly deal with international affairs. Some people are moving down the long hall, past wide doors of frosted glass, reading some papers. They are studying global events, examining how occurrences in one part of the world affect their lives. There appear to be no secret thoughts here. There is a collective effort of government. Now there  is  a  dark interlude  of swirling