A.M.

Body asleep, on another plane came vision of landscape—small lake in foreground, then brown house, back of it forest of green trees. This I hastily shut off. Why? Not consciously, at least, have I said “Not it”. And there was nothing repellant or fearful.

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Have discovered some thoughts, like cripples, staggering along, haltingly and with step broken.

On another plane (body asleep) found myself walking around a white unoccupied bed, in a large room suggesting a hospital, as though expecting one I knew to occupy it, ill.