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(Now I was in a shack in the tropics, again at night, with the rest of the group. I still held my green friend inside my cupped hands. I felt him buzzing, very vividly, still trying to escape. We stood before a crude wooden table we were going to use as an operating table. I was going to operate, or somehow bring my friend back to full size. I saw no instruments. The shack was lit by glowing kerosene lanterns, or some kind of such yellow light. I think it was quite dirty.
(I noticed the similarity between the last part of my dream, wherein I was to operate without instruments in a tropical shack, amid surroundings not clean and containing insects, etc., and the description of the psychic surgeon’s quarters, and that his shack was situated in the tropics. I explained it to Jane at break and hoped Seth would comment as to any clairvoyant elements in the dream.
(Then I saw that someone had left the shack’s door open, and that everything, the walls, the ceiling, the open door, etc., was covered with hordes of insects of various kinds and colors, all crawling and flying about. This made me very angry, for as I felt my friend buzzing inside my hands, I wondered how I would know him from any other insect once I released him in order to help him.
There was a definite projection, however, to the psychic healer’s shack. I was involved here also, rather good-naturedly, hoping to help you.
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