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Scene 3—These same women, myself, and at least one man are hiding though I don’t remember why. We’re in a large storage building. Some men, maybe police, come in and we hide in the shadows; a door beside is going to open so we get down and drag ourselves on our bellies to another door at the end of the room to hide in the shadows. The man with us may have his hands in shackles or something; I have to help him climb over some walls. As we move toward door shadows, almost same, I see one woman carrying Rob’s landscape (the one in our bedroom) pushing it ahead of her. When we almost have it made one woman says to hell with it, she can’t take it another minute; she’s just going to stand up and show herself no matter what. I’m furious at her. Rob wakens me.

Timewise and symbolically, the third scene brings us to the point where Ruburt is determined to defend his art, his dedication, to such an extent that he hides from the world, and symbolically crawls on his belly, all the while seeking to escape the dilemma by finding an open door, or by hiding from pursuers in the shadows. [...]

[...] As Ruburt wakens, he realizes that nowhere in the dream did he have any reason to hide. [...]

[...] The dream gave him three scenes representing various areas of his life in terms of time—the institution of the gallery and his early ideas, the office representing the world, and his hiding place, which was a kind of storage barn. [...]

[...] You can hide in it better than you can in the hill house.

[...] It does not have secrecy, and while you have a view you cannot hide in it. [...]

[...] Foster Street represents an elegant secretive past, and you would both try to hide within it. [...]

[...] If you hide behind a tree in a game of hide and seek, then truth is the tree. It is you who think you hide, for it is a part of you and all that you are. [...]

[...] The rest is a facade to hide the memory. [...]

[...] This means that in your inner self you have a clear idea of the goals which Ruburt, for many reasons, some quite legitimate, hides from his practical self.

She wanted to hide inside the house. [...]

[...] He was always trying to hide from you. [...] And the more he tried to hide his condition.

[...] In a strange way he was relieved; seeing what he has been trying to hide, he feels, will give the both of you a basis from which you can operate, in which any improvements are appreciated.

[...] At the same time the hiding-from-you issues that had developed, and are given tonight, had come into full force. [...]

Some people, for example, definitely want to live, while they try to hide from life at the same time. [...] If any of my readers feel this way, they may even hide these feelings from themselves. [...]

An adult under the same circumstances might become injured to avoid a dreaded event at the office — but the adult may well feel ashamed of such a reaction, and so hide it from himself or herself in order to save feelings of self-esteem. [...]

[...] You are used to hiding from them, and the more feelings you inhibit the more you inhibit your natural joy and spontaneity. [...] When you are doing psychological time, however, you cannot afford to be using energy to hide your own emotions from yourself. [...]

[...] His response was to hide. The better known he became the greater the belief that he must protect himself, and the greater his feeling of unsafety, for now he became known in a world in which it was only safe to hide. [...]

[...] I concluded somewhat wryly that if such things developed we’d probably end up running for shelter—hiding in a cave in the hills somewhere....)

[...] Often a simple discussion with you of any such episode will clear the issue for him, where before in his secrecy he would hide it even from himself.

While he was hiding much of this was relatively impossible. [...]

[...] There is some conflict there now that did not exist earlier however, because he is afraid that means he is hiding from you again.

[...] He is hiding himself and you have very nicely given him an image to hide behind. [...] They are not symbols to aid in communication; they are symbols behind which you hide from communicating.

[...] He hides behind the God image that I project upon him … he’s trying to hide, and, of course, that’s a perfect image to hide behind.”

[...] Your Mr. Reed, then the sister, was hiding with the brothers here. [...] She was captured and gave the hiding place and could not then return to warn her brothers. [...]

[...] To release those portions freely and not hide the qualities nor hide behind them and not fear the reactions of others. [...]

[...] If, however, you try to hide them from yourself, then they become like knots that bind you. [...]

[...] Unconsciously of course each man and woman knows, and yet hides the knowledge.

[...] You chose the set of conditions that you did because in past existences you were so terrified of death that you tried to hide its knowledge from yourself, and this time you placed it in the forefront of your attention.

[...] He is not inhibiting worry, hiding it, but trying to alter the reaction itself—a big difference. [...]

The trouble was that you wanted to hide in concepts, and so he brought you out of them so that you could acknowledge the self that deals in concepts, and then give you some relief and release. [...] There is nothing wrong with concepts at all as long as you do not use them as hiding places or as steps of security from which you will not leap, one into the other. Or unless you use them to hide your own emotional reality. [...]

This is your reality, accept it or hide within all concepts. [...]

(To Sue.) And you must learn also that love is noisy and can be a bother and can get in the way, and you must learn not to deny the validity of your own feelings in those directions where you are now tending to hide them from yourself. [...]

Now each of you, in your own way, hide certain groupings of feelings from yourselves so I am not necessarily directing this specifically at our friend here except that she has the trouble with the ear this evening. [...]

[...] You use language like a fence and hide behind it. And if you will forgive me, we are giving you one quick boot and we will leave the sentence there so that you will not be able to use language as a hiding place any longer. You will learn to communicate and you will learn not to hide within the highly specific and inhibiting nature of words as you understand them. [...]

[...] And—my eyes looked good enough so that I didn’t need to hide them with sunglasses; anyhow they are much better—in the last day or so they’re easier, I can feel them move easier.

[...] Makes of items from hides—cutting from hides. [...]