Neville received a letter this week from a young woman (present in the audience with her parents) describing a dream within a dream: a violent argument with her mother over combing and styling her hair, hiding in a closet where her teacher — Neville — sat silently listening; then floating over the ocean, standing on a ship's deck with her mother and stepbrother, and Neville walking on the water up to the ship, shaking hands, being kissed by her mother, saying "Do not call me homeless", and telling her parents "Last night, she heard her music."

The same friend had, a few weeks earlier, turned completely against him after a disturbance in the household, fearing him greatly and regarding him as evil - an evil spirit, an anti-Christ; her dream followed only a few days ago.

A woman told Neville (in a letter, shared with him last Friday night) that a year earlier she had imagined a new roof, a new sewing machine, a lightweight tape recorder and shoes that did not hurt her husband Ray's feet; after a robbery at the turn of the year the insurance company paid her two thousand and fifty-odd dollars, which replaced everything and paid for the roof with much left over.

At three o'clock that afternoon Neville took a phone call from New York: Louise telling him her husband Joseph, aged 77, had died of a ruptured aorta in her arms and in the arms of their son Neville, his namesake; he could not get her off the wire and told her stories about the departed, reflecting that Joseph the couturier will wake at twenty, unchanged and uninterested in the birth from above.

A woman friend, absent that night, wrote him a letter the past week describing a vivid dream or vision of a woman with twelve daughters, eleven born maimed and one perfect virgin named Glory who bore a son whose father nobody could name until someone said 'David is the father', at which the man was struck on the head and stabbed with knives.

Neville reads a letter from a grieving friend describing a dream, from 'last night' relative to her writing, in which he appeared as a shabby old actor teaching her children before suddenly transforming into the Crucified Christ, crowned with thorns. Told in the lecture 'Self Self Risen' (nid 1947, delivered 1971-05-14).