“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The first one was not pleasant. The second one left me with strong feelings of joy and discovery, seemingly out of all proportion to the dream itself.

(The voices continued. Then I realized that my small transistor radio was at the head of the bed, that the voices were coming out of two speakers on it. I switched it off, relieved to find such a simple solution. But the voices kept on. Now I got out of bed [in the dream], went into Rob’s room and found that another radio sat on the bookcase where the Seth material is kept, and that the voices were coming from this radio also. As I reached out to turn the radio off, I received quite a severe, though harmless shock. As a result I was afraid to touch the radio again, or yank the cord, so I left it and went into my room, the living room. Here the dream becomes unclear. Perhaps there was an electric storm outside, and electricity of some sort in my room. I don’t recall that the voices bothered me now or if I heard them, though I had not turned the back radio off. From this scene I went directly into the second dream. The earlier fear was gone.)

(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.

(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.