“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In color as usual: Another return-to-Sayre dream. Jane wasn’t involved. The dream was quite long and involved but I can describe here only one small portion. I was the proprietor of a gas station on Keystone Avenue, up near the skating-rink section, and on the other side of the highway from the Acme Market location. I seemed to be taller and thinner than I am in this life. I not only owned the station which serviced cars, but did the actual work; my clothes were worn and greasy. It was summertime and I wore shorts, cut-off blue denim jeans.

Now an old friend of mine from days at Pratt came to either work with me or visit. I believe the former. His name is Ralph Ramstad and we haven’t heard from him in any manner for many years. I went through Pratt with him, and Jane met he and his wife once after we were married and were still living in the NY metropolitan area. In the dream Ralph, who is quite tall (6’4”) and thin and wiry, needed some shorts to wear for work. He had none and I offered him a pair of mine, saying I thought they’d fit well enough. But when he pulled the shorts up around his waist the blue denim kept turning into a blue Turkish towel type of fabric that he tried to pin together so they’d cover him and wouldn’t fall down. He kept trying to make something useful out this affair, and the more he tried the more obvious it became that he was trying to wrap himself in a blue-and-white Turkish towel in lieu of shorts. He didn’t seem upset and wasn’t as old in the dream as he would be now; still blonde.

[...] He looked supercool in his cut-off denim shorts; his long hair curled into natural corkscrews, his light durable frame seeming to luxuriate in the heat while my light durable frame turned into a sponge that added ten pounds of fatigue.