“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I’ve mentioned both of these dreams because each was involved with a near-accident. They were the only such dreams I recorded that year and the only such incidents in waking life. For a while, I wondered why I would pick up such an unimportant episode as a man veering on a motorcycle. What connection could there be? No one we knew even owned a cycle, and neither my father-in-law or myself had the slightest idea who the driver was. I hadn’t been on a cycle in years. Neither had he. We had never even talked about cycles together. Then, I remembered that when he was a young man, Rob’s father did have motorcycles. There were family pictures in an old album showing him proudly standing next to one when he was courting Rob’s mother. And years ago, I rode on a cycle from New York to California. So the connection became clear: There was a hidden association in Rob’s father’s mind and my own, an emotional shared experience that “predisposed” us toward an interest in cycles.

In the hallway, I was surprised to run into Anna Taylor. She lived in an apartment right at the corner of Walnut and Water Streets, but she was not a close friend — barely an acquaintance — and we saw her rarely. I knew she was a teacher, but hadn’t the foggiest idea in what school. When she saw me, she burst out laughing, and said, “What? What?” in tones of great mock disbelief — as the woman had used in the dream. She didn’t know I was teaching and had just been transferred to this school.

Right then and there I made up my list of similarities between dream and physical events and was astonished — precisely because the forseen event was apparently the reading of the pamphlet, which I’d then transformed into that strange dream drama. As I wrote out the list, I discovered points that I’d missed earlier — which is why it is a good idea to make such a list with any involved dream.

“Why did you bother to pick up the information on that particular thing though? Do you have any idea?” Rob asked.

I felt as triumphant figuring out that dream as if I’d climbed some new mountain. Then I told Rob about another idea I had about it, one that I couldn’t possibly prove.