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When my children laughed I was overwhelmed with delight, and despite our privations, each morning was a triumphant surprise that we had not died in our sleep, that we had not succumbed to starvation. [...]

[...] It took place in December, as I lay in bed suspended in that pleasant interlude between waking and sleeping; I’ve had other visions while in this state, incidentally.

Such encounters do occur with what would appear to be startling frequency, when those in your system are sleeping; but they are very seldom remembered. [...]

[...] She has been sleeping pretty well for the most part these days, but has had a great deal of soreness in her arms [and some spontaneous jerking movements accompanied by shooting pains; it seems the arms are lengthening somewhat]. [...]

[...] She still sleeps pretty good most of the time. [...]

Sometimes in their sleep they sleepwalk and come upon the passageways, and meet, but in the morning they do not remember. [...]

[...] We started out with the best intentions, but ended up sidetracked—for Jane was so restless she couldn’t sleep at all. [...]

[...] You are all so wise when you are sleeping. [...]

Again, you even do this in your sleep. [...]

(Jane very recently had an experience while sleeping, in which she was helping Miss Callahan. [...]

[...] Jane remembered sleeping, but nothing that might have taken place during that time. We understood how she could drift into sleep from her trance state—if she was tired, say, or deeply dissociated—but in spite of my questions she had no idea of why she “woke up” in trance instead of in her usual awake state of consciousness. [...]

[...] When you dream or sleep or think, you automatically add to other dimensions of a life cloud or dream cloud that emerge from the very actions of your own subjective motions.

[...] I thought her sleeping after saying she wanted a personal session was a poor sign. [...]

[...] I’ll bet I could sleep for an hour, then start another session — we won’t bother, I know,” she laughed as I thought about trying it, “but when I feel the information coming I hate to stop….”

[...] We’d spent a rather enjoyable day, sleeping a bit later than usual, shopping, doing various chores, roasting a chicken, making a cornbread and watching TV, etc. [...]

[...] Now I’ve got to go to the john, though — and besides that, I feel like I could go to bed and sleep for hours….”

You sleep and dream and waken daily, and know that you are you. [...]

In sleep, not only do you withdraw from the physical field of actuality but you also enter other systems.

I lie down on the porch couch and drift into a light sleep. [...]

[...] She’s still bothered considerably in her arms, legs, knees, and back—especially when trying to sleep at night. [...]

Now you project in your sleep whether or not you know it. [...]

[...] Jane wears her glasses many hours a day, though she still takes them off when she sleeps, she said. [...]

[...] It becomes concentrated energy falling back in upon itself in sleep and rest. [...]

(I had felt just as sleepy as before, but had managed to keep writing, although I had a strong urge to merely lay down and sleep. [...]