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In the AM the dream instantly reminded me of an almost completely different opposite dream, a nightmare that I had just about the time my eye troubles and other difficulties began in earnest: It was in the spring when I was doing James. Frank was doing construction on the porches then, too, and I was worried about the Gallery-of-Silence people bugging Prentice and me. In the nightmare a doctor said I’d have to get a certain shot or vaccine as preventative medicine though he regretted having to do it. I was terrified and ran though he said it was for my own good. They caught me and gave me the shot, mentioning something about aftereffects. In last night’s dream I wasn’t frightened, just refused and gave my reasons. (I think the idea was that increased symptoms were “preventive” medicine against a greater feared event or condition....)

4. Seth referred to the paralyzing Guillain-Barre syndrome, which struck a tiny proportion of those receiving shots in the 1976 swine flu program in this country. [...] Then in May of this year a number of scientists, working both in and outside of government, agreed that the flu shots triggered the Guillain-Barre syndrome, but that the reasons for such reactions in certain individuals are unknown. Jane and I didn’t take the shots.

[...] He sternly suggested that the elderly and those with certain diseases make appointments at once for flu shots.

The official mentioned, by the way, that there was indeed no direct evidence connecting past flu shots with the occurrence of a rather bizarre disease that some of those inoculated with the flu vaccine happened to come down with.⁴ All in all, it was quite an interesting announcement, with implications that straddle biology, religion, and economics. [...]

Pills, potions, and shots supposed to combat [colds and the] flu are given prominent displays, serving to remind those who might have missed them otherwise of the announcements [about] the coming time of difficulty. [...]

[...] On a nighttime street in a city, maybe New York, a shot rings out. [...]

(Before giving me the shot in his office, the doctor gave me a skin test for sensitivity, which proved negative. [...] I barely made it home, and spent the next month recuperating from a violent reaction to the horse-serum-based shot. [...] I now must carry a warning card in my wallet, and have been told another such shot would probably be fatal.

[...] The nail I stepped on penetrated rather deeply through the sole of my shoe, but was not very painful; but since it was rusty we thought it best to get a tetanus shot. [...]

[...] and to remind myself and the subconscious about responding to actual experience...remind it also that its experiences with scorn or whatever, as written down—were not all of its experience by a long shot. [...]

[...] Both were safe as long as shots were not taken. [...] Only an hour later the radio announcements completely changed; people were told that they did not need shots, and that indeed the inoculations could cause severe reactions.

[...] In that case I had trusted myself—not for example taking tetanus shots, though early radio medical advice insisted upon the shots as an emergency procedure. [...]

[...] I pressed the call button again — and Leanne came right in to unhook my wife, and give her a shot of heparin in her heparin lock, to keep it open for the next IV.

[...] Tells me a big shot at Bantam called liking God of Jane and inquiring about paperback rights, assures me our paperbacks are selling okay. [...]

Jane liked this trance shot: In a quiet moment during a hilarious session in 1969, Seth contemplates Rich Conz, a photographer for the Elmira Star-Gazette. [...]

(“Do you want to say something about my dream, in which I get shot?”)

([Jane:] “She also took the first shot at you guys, but that didn’t mean much because you were going to kill them anyway.”

[...] I told Jane that the material made me speculate about Joe Bumbalo: He’s had many operations in his life, and has been shot full of drugs often. [...]

(Rich took forty shots, most of which turned out well, as we saw later. [...]

[...] A woman is shot down in the street. [...]

[...] He had a temperature of 105° when the vet gave him a shot and prescribed some pills. [...]

[...] The encounter with the reporter, for example, on quite practical levels represented a shot in the arm, in that it quickly showed Ruburt that he is quite able to deal with such situations, that he handles them well, and that sense of confidence can then be used as new information to help break down old beliefs of inferiority.

[...] You shot him.”

[...] “Then I went up like in a spiral through that room upstairs with all that music and energy, and shot out above it. [...]

He was not walking properly by a long shot, but he wanted to get up, and he walked as well barefooted as with shoes. [...]