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(As it developed tonight’s session was a short one. Several of the young people I work with planned to gather this evening in the downstairs apartment. The young couple mentioned in the 184th session live downstairs, and I also work with them. There was talk at work this morning that the whole group might visit us this evening. I relayed the information to Jane at noon, and suggested she decide whether she wanted to hold a session with the idea that it might be interrupted.

(Jane’s first thought was to skip the session, but as the party downstairs got under way in a quiet fashion, and we were not called upon as 9 PM approached, she decided to hold it as usual.

(Break at 9:25. Jane said she was dissociated as usual for a first break. She reported a “weird” feeling however. She was aware that the material was good, yet at the same time she felt annoyed and distracted. We thought this stemmed from the fear of interruption because of the party downstairs, though we heard nothing.

[...] You would like to kick the downstairs tenants out, and you would like to kick your poor landlord, because you think that Ruburt would like that apartment, and you cannot afford it; and he would not, you believe, come down on his rent.

I think the following is beginning of dream: Mrs. Mahaar calls me to go downstairs. [...]

(The house was noisy temporarily: A carpenter in a downstairs apartment was using an electric saw at frequent intervals as he repaired some of the damage caused by last June’s massive flood. [...]

(“The baby downstairs has been crying a lot lately, in the middle of the night. [...]

[...] This time I was roused by the tenants downstairs, who came home at about 2:30 AM, with company, and sat in the backyard talking. [...]

(I wonder: The car blocking mine belonged to a young man who lives in a downstairs apartment. [...] 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.

[...] At 3 PM though, just after I began writing this all down, went to downstairs front door to see if mailman had come, still felt same sensations though to lesser degree. [...]

Guest houses that have bedrooms two stories up, how he can get downstairs, that sort of thing—but he has not expressed them. [...]

[...] I do not know if this refers to a child who attends school, to a teacher, or to someone such as your friends downstairs who have such an object.

[...] Barbara lives in the downstairs apartment, beneath us.

[...] I do not know if this refers to a child who attends school, to a teacher, or to someone such as your friends downstairs who have such an object.” [...]

[...] The loud music from downstairs had stopped. [...]

[...] The music had started blaring out again from downstairs.)

[...] I’d wanted to do this earlier, but the visits of Peg and Nona had sidetracked this, along with my having to go downstairs. [...]

[...] One of the delivery men from Sears recognized Rob and I at once as a couple he had known briefly in the sixties, when we often visited with the Maples (old friends who — again — we haven’t heard from in 20 years) who he had lived downstairs from.

[...] He says he lived downstairs from our old friends, Atalie and Lydia Maple who moved away in the mid-1960’s.

[...] She hadn’t heard the sporadic sounds of flood-repair work being done downstairs.

(During break we heard an elderly downstairs tenant, Margaret, call her cat, Susy. [...]

(I told Jane of my dream of the night before last, in which she and I and Leonard Yaudes — who had been our downstairs neighbor at 458 — moved into an apartment together at 458. [...]

(From 6-7 PM this evening Jane and I attended a cocktail party given by Leonard Yaudes in his apartment downstairs. [...]

[...] They’d ordered it made downstairs in dietary. [...]

At the same time, the people in the apartment downstairs got company. [...]

[...] The kids downstairs, full of fun, began yelling with great energy on the porch. [...]

[...] There were new bursts of noise from downstairs at this point, and the image vanished.

[...] In the emergency room downstairs I’d met Peg Lyon, who also talked about 458—just as I’d started wondering about what the situation there was these days. [...]

[...] In the meantime I’d put his address downstairs in storage among many others, and hadn’t taken the time to find it so I could answer — another of the mail hassles that crop up often.

(The lawyer’s apartment downstairs front presents another problem. [...]

[...] We heard a television set sounding off in one of the downstairs apartments, though not loudly. [...]