“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(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 am in our living room. It seems very dark, with two rather than three windows, and the middle one is blocked partially. I look again and now it is bigger and brighter than it ever was; the third window is back, but now it is moved out further, extending the room several feet. [Actually this must have to do with our hopes of having our kitchen enlarged.]

(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.

(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.