“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(A noise catches my attention. Investigating I see that new people are moving into a back apartment in our apartment house. [There is no such apartment.] I remember that I had forgotten the existence of this apartment and am angry with myself. The apartment is very large, about 10 rooms, lovely dark woodwork. I am doubly angry at myself when I discover a lovely kitchen and bath between this apartment and our own, since we could have used these rooms ourselves, paying extra rent for them.

(The new family is large. The members operate an excellent clothing store inside the apartment, in the center. There is a staircase leading down to a side street. Clothing is arranged on shelves, and so forth. A sale is planned. Then I realize that I did know the people who lived in this apartment before also, and had forgotten. I am aware that I knew them in a dream, rather than in normal waking life.

(The men in the family are dark-complected, handsome men, olive skin. We all get along well and like each other very much. We stand laughing by the staircase. I’m curious about some other apartments, also in this building, and owned by our landlord also. I am happy and anticipatory, looking forward to seeing these apartments. Then on the staircase, in a pile of neatly-stacked clothing I discover a lovely dark green jacket with fur collar and zipper that is mine, and I remember now that I put it away last year for the season and forgot it until now. Another article of clothing catches my eye. I think it is mine for a moment and realize it is not.

(I laugh. These people all like me very much. I leap with more than normal grace down from the banister. One man puts an arm out to assist me. Again, full of joy, great joy, it seems, I look forward to looking at the other apartments. Then I remember that it is nearly lunchtime, and Rob will be home. I decide to go home myself and then return to look at these apartments.

(Outside there is still another apartment house that belongs to our landlord. A door is open. I look inside, see furniture, and know it is not vacant. Now it is raining slightly. I drop my cigarettes, pick them up, then discover that I also have an extra pack I did not know about. One pack is wet, but will dry. The other pack is only slightly wet.

(A paperboy comes across the yard and calls me by name. I do not know who he is, but think that I must have known him sometime in the past. Now I begin to realize that the whole thing is a dream. I think of looking at the other apartments now, before the dream is over, but realize that if I do I run the chance of forgetting this part of the dream, and I want to write it down.