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By the same token, because of my interest, if any such event should occur, the "I" will try to establish communication with those who are interested. (What could prevent this* and it is certainly a possibility, is that the "other plane, place" may offer the same questions as here, there may be more important matters there.) I do not know, 1 can't promise. But rest assured, those who know me will have little difficulty in recognizing an actual communication. This is not in the least intended to be morbid, and perhaps I am overly sensitive these days, but I simply want to have it on record, so that in some small way, others may be enlightened if it comes to pass. I do not want this to occur, I do not feel I'm "ready," and the thought of going through it makes me very contemplative and sober. Yet I am at least partially prepared for it. 10/23/59 This is written some twelve weeks after the previous entry. Four of the twelve weeks were spent in a hospital, the remainder in a recuperative period at home. But first things first. The previous entry found me concerned with what seemed to be a problem of portent, and the definition of survival. By comparison with the "dream," here is how it worked out. Recognition 1: I started on the trip, as indicated, a trip to North Carolina. The first indication of similarity occurred when I got into the bus that takes passengers from the New York airline terminal to Newark Airport. I entered and sat down on the right, in the second seat from the front. Sitting there, I was overwhelmed with a sense of familiarity. It was the position I was in relative to the door, and the pattern of the door ran, and the door shield. This made me alert, as I thoroughly recognized this ''placement" as what I originally interpreted in the precognition as the airplane. It was not the airplane, it was the bus to the airport. Recognition 2: Four men entered the bus, three in dark suits, one in light, laughing and joking. (See earlier comparison, interpretation before as Negro and white.) Recognition 3: A woman took the seat directly in front of me. She became very uncomfortable and agitated. However, it was not because of me, but because of the porter's handling of one of her packages outside. Recognition 4; The impression of my friend D.D. standing by the door waiting, the last to get on. I looked out where the bus driver was waiting beside the door for any last-minute passengers. His face and build reminded