Now another one, and he writes, and she’ll tell the story for him, for she knows him intimately. The dream begins. He is riding in his wife’s car on a mountainous road. Suddenly the hair is burning the back of his head. He knows he can’t release the wheel, so he turns to his right and rubs his head against the seat and rubs out the fire. In so doing this, he loses control of the car and over the cliff they go. He sees it fall and it seems as though he’s falling in slow motion, 300 feet at the least. He struggles with the door to get out through the door. So, finally he gets the door open and as he gets the door open he jumps. As he jumps he said to himself, “This is a dream.” Then he said and he screamed it out, “No! I am!” Then he falls lightly and descends lightly to the ground, and he awakes. As he awakes on his bed, which he knew he would, he said, “I have written this story to Neville three times. This is the most complete part of it. In the past, I didn’t awake in my dream.” And then he said, “Another aspect I did not know…now this is the completed dream and three times I have had this dream and three times I have written this to Neville.” Then he tells me, “Why do you make me feel so inadequate?” I didn’t make him inadequate. “Or maybe I made myself,” said he, “feel inadequate?”343 ¶26