“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Rob and I are on vacation, perhaps only for a weekend, in a collegelike atmosphere, a town, with water nearby. We walk along a busy street. I say, “I don’t care if this isn’t like it used to be years ago. It’s great.” He agreed. I was very happy and carefree. Just about the whole dream takes place in this location. The houses were triangular A-type affairs, of multicolored pastels but also bright colors too, glass walls, the houses not crowded together, some above others on small knolls.

Then a group (perhaps this one?) goes upstairs to our apartment. Great conversation, stimulating, fun, etc. As I talk, I do yoga exercises easily and am surprised at this. We discuss a dream which I have just experienced (within the major dream). In this, I was with this same group in Saratoga, on Union Avenue. They had picked me up in their car and kept driving beyond where I wanted to get off. The road ahead was lovely, colors bright and brilliant. They slowed the car down, laughingly, to twenty-five or so (in this inner dream) and I jumped out, also laughing and unharmed. In the living room we discuss this dream. It featured one of the girls in the group particularly. She thought it was a clairvoyant one, but I said no. Whether it has or not seemed to hinge on the interpretation of a word, a city, I think. I tell them of my interest in dreams and that records are important. We are strangers, incidentally, meeting in the dream.