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(Last night, April 10, 1964, just before I fell asleep, I had the following experience: My eyes were closed but I saw a sheet of paper filled with script that I recognized to be the handwriting of Dee Masters, my supervisor at the Arnot Art Gallery where I work in the afternoons.

(It was a piece of notepaper, not typewriter size but smaller. I made out my husband’s name, Rob, and a few other words which I have since forgotten. The piece of paper was bright, as though there was light somewhere, but everything else was dark as it usually is when you have your eyes closed. I have the feeling that another such experience happened right after this one, but I fell asleep and do not remember. I had forgotten the incident completely until this afternoon, April 11, 1964.)

(Last night, April 12, 1964, I had a brief but very vivid dream, in which I saw one of the big branches of the tree in front of Stamp’s house, around the corner from us, fall to the ground.

(This particular branch appears to be a solid one in the tree, but it grows out at a peculiar angle so that it looks weak and somehow out of place amid the rhythmic patterns of the other limbs and branches. I have often noticed it and wondered just how strong it really is.)