Now, here is one merging with the past, an actual past, and living an experience of long ago. The lady writes me, she said, “I am seventy-two years old…and here in my dream someone gives me an autograph book.” This is now a dream. “As was the custom, I’m getting all the verses dedicated to me…that was the custom. You receive an autograph book and you didn’t collect autographs, you collected verses, and they’re all dedicated to the owner of the book. I wanted my father, whom I admired greatly, I loved him, I adored him, I wanted him to write a verse in my book, but I knew that he would simply say no, he didn’t know a verse. So I selected a verse I wanted him to write and I committed this verse to memory. Then I went to him and as I expected, he said, ‘I don’t know any verse.’ So I recited the verse that I had memorized and he said to me, ‘That’s a beautiful verse, I like it.’ And so, I dictated the verse and he wrote that which I dictated. This is now in my dream…I am a girl ten or eleven years of age…and then the dream ends. I remember hazily that incident when I awake, but I could not for the life of me prior to the dream have told you one word in that verse, or the verse, or what it meant. But on waking, I recalled it in detail, every word. “So I went over to my daughter’s house and I began to tell her of the dream. She completely recited the verse, for a few years before she asked me for the autograph book, she said she wanted it, she so loved everything in it.” Now, she said, “I know I must have been ten or eleven because in that book there is a verse and the autograph of my 5 th grade teacher, so I must have been either ten or eleven. The one thing I regret is this. In the autograph book I had asked my father to draw something on the page and he said he couldn’t draw. So I [...] the draw and he drew a young boy on a farm, holding a basin as high as he possibly could, huge basin, over his head, as high as he could, and then a billy goat with horns down, in action, coming at him.” She said, “I could feel the impact the drawing was so good. But my father didn’t complete the drawing—he had left off the hind legs, with the promise he would do it tomorrow, and tomorrow never came to the unfinished, uncompleted drawing. But the verse, after having had the dream, I knew it in detail, and I swear if anyone asked me prior to the dream, I could not have quoted the verse, what it was all about, or anything about it. And I went back sixty-odd years.” Here, she merged in the actual past and relived an experience of long ago.715 ¶3