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(Howard left at 9:11 PM. Jane said the visit had disturbed her somewhat, a fact that I had not appreciated from observing her. She stood beside my table, waiting. At 9:12 she began to dictate in a rather normal voice, although as the session progressed her voice gathered quite a bit of volume at times. Once again she did not wear her glasses. Her delivery was rather slow, as was her pacing. Her eyes were dark as usual.)

(Now Jane perched on the table, sitting down upon it, and laughed and pointed at me.)

(Kneeling beside an old-fashioned living room table with a shelf underneath it, I saw a foot-high pile of Jane’s drawings and paintings. Pulling one out, I was surprised at the vivid colors in the drawing, and the marvelous three-dimensional form it contained. A pastel drawing of a green leafy tree especially charmed me, and I exclaimed to Bill and the others that Jane’s drawings were much better than I had thought them to be, or had realized she could do.

(September 24, 1964, Thursday: Is this dream a sequel to the previous dream? Again in color. My two brothers, Loren and Dick, and I were in a room something like a courtroom, seated behind a long low polished dark-colored table. The three of us sat facing our mother, who was behind some kind of higher desk or bar. She was her present age.

(Some kind of steady noise pervaded the air. Mother spoke to us, or one of us asked her what the trouble was, I am not sure which. Mother answered, but though I saw her lips move plainly, I could not hear what she said. The three boys leaned toward her. I believe it was I who then asked her to repeat what she had said, over the noise which was something like a rushing wind. Leaning forward at the table, I then heard mother say very distinctly, “Father has a spot on one lung.” This was the end of the dream, and it woke me up.