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(3:30. I read yesterday’s session to Jane, after she couldn’t do it. My throat was hoarse. I’d started coughing after eating half of one of the candies I’d bought Jane for Valentine’s Day. I had trouble reading.

(Before I turned her on her side, and then took a nap, I tried without success to locate my description of the dream with Jane and Joe in a previous recent session. No luck. I finally had to believe that in spite of my good intentions I’d literally forgotten to type it up. Nor had I written it up in my notes for the one day recently when Jane didn’t have a session — the 13th, I found out when I got home.

(Now for the little dream I had while napping. I told Jane about it while she ate supper. I dreamed that I received a call from a clerk at the bank. The girl told me that one of the checks I’d deposited for Jane’s hospital fund wasn’t for $1000, as we’d both thought — but was instead for $1 million. I was totally surprised at the news. “Are you sure?” I asked. The clerk said she was, that we’d miscounted the zeroes before. “Hold that check,” I said to her. “I’ll be down there in 20 minutes.”