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[...] Instead I found myself walking back to them, and looking out I saw that, again, a car was blocking the exit of my car from its garage. It was also the same car as before, belonging to a tenant living downstairs. [...]

[...] She found herself doing this almost without thinking, for she felt that my garage was blocked by another car. She did not see the car that had been blocking my way, for it had been moved by then. [...]

We can progress now to the subject of the car incident.

You thought you hit something in the road, a stone perhaps, and Ruburt was insistent that he had seen a cat, and that the car had struck it. [...]

Next, I floated above a car, which was driven by another me. (Actually, I do not drive because of poor eyesight.) The car approached our corner, at Walnut and Water Streets. Others were also in the car. [...] Cars came from all directions. [...]

[...] We ended up in the wrong line of traffic, with cars coming at us from all directions. [...] There was a squeal of brakes as the first car stopped less than two feet away. [...]

First I seemed to be floating above a car. [...]

[...] When he recovered, he offered to drive us to the garage to pick up our car.

[...] Driving up to Maine, I noted that our car, which is an old one, was using quite a bit of oil. [...] However, by the time we left York Beach, I had tried to suggest to my subconscious, in line with the material we have obtained to date on the value of expectation, that the car would consume less oil than on the outward journey. Again without keeping an exact count, I arrived home with the definite feeling that the car used at least two quarts less oil. [...]

[...] As an example, I drove the car with a little extra caution, though usually I am a careful driver to begin with.

For instance, the individual might be talking along normally enough when he or she hears the sirens of a police car in the distance. [...]

The car with the siren might disappear, yet the alarmed person’s attitude and actions may very well instantly cause his or her companion to realize that something was clearly amiss. [...]

(I wonder: The car blocking mine belonged to a young man who lives in a downstairs apartment. [...] I do not know why on this particular occasion his car was parked as it was; perhaps because another car had temporarily taken his regular place, then left later. Since my friend of downstairs knew his car must be blocking mine, perhaps I received a telepathic communication from him upon arising this morning. Going downstairs after breakfast, I saw the car was gone, which meant my neighbor had moved it considerably earlier than is usually his habit, since he leaves for work sometime after I do.

(November 3, Tuesday 7 AM: Getting dressed for work this morning, I abruptly had the rather clear thought that I should walk back to my studio and look out the back windows, because I would be able to see that a car was parked in front of the garage, blocking the exit of my car from the garage. Looking out the windows, I received a jolt when I did see a car so parked, blocking off the exit of my own car.

(I was amused during the visit to learn that “two little old ladies, one who’s interested in your stuff and one who’s a skeptic,” waited in the car in the driveway while Michaellen and I talked under the porch light. [...] Every so often whoever was driving the car would start it up so the heater would go on. But in the dark night I could see only the hood of the little car, and never the two old ladies. The car could have been sitting there running itself as far as any other signs of life were concerned. [...]

(This morning after breakfast I took the car to Ron Traver’s service station — but the noise, which I’d heard when I started it up — had disappeared by then. [...] In fact, the car seemed to run better than ever. [...]

(When I drove up Coleman Avenue to the hill house last night, I became aware of a strange vibrating, shuddering noise in the car’s underbody. [...]

Say you are in the middle of a street and suddenly a car is about to hit you. [...] The cells that compose your intestines, your heart, your muscles obviously do not see the car as “you” do. [...]

[...] That event with the car, its driver, and your own precarious position, exists as another structure beside the one that you physically see. [...]

Consciously you react to the physical data — the noise, the squeal of brakes perhaps, the visual shock of seeing the car so close, but the entire inner reality of that scene or event is instantly “recognized” by what I refer to as your inner senses. [...]

You may see an automobile for example with your eyes, and hear its sound through your ears, but it is also within the human capacity, ideally speaking, to hear the sight of the car, and to see the sound of the car. [...]

[...] It is not a question of the car having certain properties, being real to one perceptive view and therefore necessarily unreal to another. [...]

These various conceptions of the automobile would also apply of course to the perception of any physical beings within the car; that is, their reality would also be perceived differently, according to the perspective systems which viewed them.

(Needless to say, after the session I impressed upon Jane the necessity of her avoiding other cars, no matter what the reason given for their use. I stressed that she shouldn’t get in any car besides our own, or make appointments or take spontaneous rides with anyone for any reason. [...]

[...] A car would be somehow involved, and a probable accident with another driver. [...]

[...] Jane had a feeling of four other people in a car, with us, but couldn’t be more definite. [...]

(I am very, very impatient with clumsy people who can’t open jars or push cars or hammer nails. [...] I used to get impatient with Freddy, my roommate, because she was lousy at pushing cars. I’d always have to push our cars out of the snow.)

[...] You cannot drive through physical life in the same way that you drive your car down the highway. [...] When you drive your car you often attempt to speed through reality as quickly as you can, and you are pleased with yourself as the driver of the vehicle. [...]

[...] I am sure that you realize that when you drive your car, you see yourself in a masculine role, as one of power and strength and one in which you consider yourself invulnerable. Now you are not invulnerable in that car. [...]

Again this is reflected in the way you drive your car. [...] For you are then in authority, and you would, if you could, drive your students as you drive your car and force them to go 85 miles a minute. [...]

[...] to car—(didn’t walk otherwise—except the usual.)

[...] But many other vehicles beside cars: instead of cars, that is.

[...] Both of you even refuse to think of using the table in the garage, so Ruburt forces his body into the most unnatural of positions so that he can lean upon the car. [...] He made it to the car, knowing that on the other occasions that his body had so protested he had had difficulty. [...]

[...] You were pleased when Ruburt walked across the floor with his plunger, without the table, yet both of you expected him to walk down steps, small as they are, and walk around the car in the garage without his table, or there is something wrong. [...]

On your return, considering the situation, he gallantly tried to gather his resources, and made it halfway around the car before the protesting muscles had their say. [...]

(We were having trouble with our car, and at suppertime I had been voicing fears that it might be finished.)

[...] The belief that you can afford the kind of car you require will in itself form the circumstances that will make such an automobile literally possible.

[...] He wanted to borrow my car. [...]

[...] John took the car after leaving me at the hospital, and called at 6:45 to say “mission accomplished,” that all were home now. [...]

[...] I slowed the car and looked. [...] I could hardly believe it, but I stopped the car and we talked awhile. [...]

[...] Mother was transferred to Loren’s car during an interlude in a driving rainstorm. [...]

One, the fact that you left your job, and two, the fact that you have a new car. [...]

[...] Jane and I bought the car after the flood also.)

[...] For you to leave your job and have a new car is doubly mysterious. [...]

[...] The reason was simple: a late snowstorm of very deep and heavy wet snow the night before, and continuing on into the next day, had split the Chinese elms in the back yard and caused the one nearest the garage to fall across the driveway, so I couldn’t get the car out of the garage. [...] On March 31, Frank Longwell came over with his power saw and helped clear the driveway enough so I could get the car out. [...]

[...] Two freight cars fell off the same viaduct that Virginia had seen in her dream but a few blocks south of Gray Street. No one was hurt, the cars were not badly smashed and no automobiles were involved. Two, rather than three, freight cars had turned over, one on its side and one flat.

[...] On June 20, for example, Virginia Mallery, one of my students, told our class the following dream: “I saw freight cars on the ground by the railroad viaduct. [...] No one seemed hurt, and the cars weren’t smashed badly. [...]

[...] Two other cars were involved, though only one hit Claire’s car. [...]