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(Last Monday noon, October 18, our friend John Bradley visited us while making his rounds as a traveling drug salesman. He was too busy to witness Monday’s session, but promised to visit us on Tuesday evening, October 19. During the day on Tuesday, John had to attend an important business meeting of his regional office in Binghamton, NY, perhaps sixty miles from Elmira.

(The session was held in our small back room. Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed. Her voice was quiet to begin, her pace quite slow.)

Your friends, my friends, the Jesuit and the cat lover, are sleeping in a different room than they were at our last session.

I have an additional impression here, on our friends. It is of a small, light wooden object. (Pause.)

I believe this evening our Dr. Instream is a little late. In any case he is not ready for us yet. (Pause.) A car stops, and he gets out of it.

(During our daily life we do not take the time to describe in detail each dream we have to the other, unless obvious connections arise in future events, or the dream happens to be unusually vivid in some way. My two short dreams mentioned above were a little more vivid than usual, but otherwise not unusual, I thought. I now tried to lead Seth on.

(Dream # 2; Tuesday night, October 19: In very bright and vivid color. Had to do with our Ford station wagon, which is blue. In a big old garage with Jane, I was ready to drive the car away, but then seemed to look up at it on a hoist. I saw that the radiator was pulled away from the rest of the motor, that hoses and other connections dangled, and that the oil and water had drained away. I realized the car hadn’t been used in a long time.

(Then I saw that the car sat on a steep grassy bank, beside a river I believe, and that another old jalopy had somehow been moved in front of our car so that we couldn’t move it. The bank was covered with brightly colored high grass and weeds. Jane and I tried to walk along a path toward the car. The path was worn down to the bare earth. We were barefoot, and now I saw that the path was littered with pieces of broken glass. I think I backed up, telling Jane something to the effect that we had already gone too far. Neither of us were cut or injured.

I have been rather enjoying myself with our last material.

We will therefore close our session. My best regards to all. And from what our Mr. Gallagher is doing at this moment, I must say that I think he would make a poor Jesuit indeed.