“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Today at 9.40 AM a telegram from Anne Healy informed me that Blanche Price died early today. I quit work at 10, did psy-time, trying to contact Blanche with no results. Then tried to sleep, thinking that it might be easier for her if I were in a dream state. Had difficulty falling asleep, wasn’t sleepy and at 11 decided to forget about it. Instead fell to sleep at once to have the following strange dream. I think it is a therapeutic one; I have been requesting one from the subconscious. It involves some projection, I think, and is one of those dreams where I was now and then aware of my dreaming condition. I’ve forgotten some of it, and am not sure of some of the early sequence.

[...] In this, I was with this same group in Saratoga, on Union Avenue. [...] The road ahead was lovely, colors bright and brilliant. [...] She thought it was a clairvoyant one, but I said no. [...]

[...] One was a Great Dane. [...] Can’t remember how this worked out, but it was all right, they weren’t as sick as they looked or something.

[...] I was very happy and carefree. [...]

[...] (I think I was in my astral body though.) I knew that I was dreaming, thought to myself that it was very difficult to read such material in the dream state but that I would try in any case. [...] The last name was something like Faulk, but it wasn’t, I don’t think. Was Betty the woman’s name? [...]

[...] The scene was lovely. We stood blocks away but could see the houses where ours was, it was night now, the bright colors of the houses showing clearly, though. [...]

[...] (I don’t think she wanted to hear and that I was making her listen on purpose, for her own good.) She ran, cringing, to hide. [...]