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Some of my descriptive passages in Dreams as I deal with Jane’s personal challenges are harrowing; they strike at the very heart of our fears of illness and disability, and even death, leading us to consciously face those possibilities while at the same time they perfectly mirror our equally profound inner needs and drives. [...]

[...] You felt, if it were threatening your artistic self, what could you expect from it when you had always supposed previously that it upheld the creative drive? [...]

[...] In light of his desire for creativity he simply tries much harder to ignore them than you do, and his drive for communication with others through the books is strong enough, you see, so that like a battleship he drives on. [...]

[...] People in it have their own abilities and drives. [...]

[...] You are not at the mercy of unconscious drives unless you consciously acquiesce to them. [...]

[...] All deep aspirations and unconscious motivations, all unspoken drives, rise up for the approval or disapproval of the conscious mind, and await its direction.

Such young men grow up with the desire to be independent, while at the same time they also experience the natural drive for cooperation and dependence upon others. [...]

[...] The road was similar to the old river road we used to drive. [...]

[...] Now Ruburt chose, as a woman, to have this strong magnetic feeling toward you, and while the same drives pull you both, because he is a woman this time he is, far more than you, sensitive to the lack or ordinary physical endearment. [...]

[...] In the past, though he knew that he exaggerated, when his legs were bothering him he automatically looked for the nearest available parking place when you were driving. [...]

[...] He felt you a stern taskmaster, and the logic as being: the worse you feel the more you should drive yourself. [...]

[...] You were in a carriage, driving it. [...]

[...] You were from a side of the family with French connections, and at that time flighty, easily upset, with some ability as a musician in piano, but without the discipline or drive to use the ability.

[...] “Yet earlier tonight driving down a street I suddenly recognized a girl who looked familiar. [...]

[...] I am not clear here: 4, 2, and one or two other numbers, and something drive, you see—the name of a road or location. [...]

(Regarding the data on page 260: John made no connections about a party, the numbers 4, 2 and one or two others, and something drive, the name of a road or location.

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

(While taking a drive to the drugstore on Sunday, my brother Dick told me he felt he “didn’t have much” as far as money was concerned. [...]

The psychic abilities appeared precisely when he needed an extra drive toward success, and a way toward success that would not be instantly recognized as such.

[...] His drive toward success had been quickened by its taste, however. [...]

([Gert:] “Does that also include the sex drive that we have?”)

([Gert:] “How does the sex drive relate to psychic development? [...]

(ideas while driving with Rob Sun.)

[...] There was enough snow when I left the hospital to make me take it quite easy driving home. [...]

[...] For example, if you are driving a car you may discover to your chagrin that the local speed limit in one small town is miles slower than in another. [...]

When you hassle your abilities, when you compare what you think of as your drive unfavorably with what you think of as the superior drive of others, you are denying the integrity of your own natural individuality, and robbing your abilities of your own blessings. [...]

(Long pause.) These attitudes may be reflected in rather simple compulsive actions: the woman who cleans the house endlessly, whether it needs it or not; the man who will follow certain precise, defined routes of activity — driving down certain streets only to work; washing his hands much more frequently than other people; the person who constantly buttons and unbuttons a sweater or vest. [...]

The struggle to express themselves, and their own unique abilities and characteristics drives them on, and yet is all too frequently thwarted by the ignorance and misunderstanding that surrounds them. [...]

[...] Yesterday Frank had told me that it wouldn’t be as easy to see Jean now that it was a 15-hour drive instead of just running down to Washington DC.