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me instantly of my friend, enough to be his brother. Photographic verification of this was to come. (The mind, when unable to identify truly, picks the nearest thing to it in the mind's experience.) He then got in, closed the door, the last to enter, and slipped into the driver's seat almost directly opposite me. Recognition 5: In taking the Jersey Turnpike, the bus "flies low and slow," or that could be the impression if compared to flying. The turnpike is built over most of the surrounding streets and roads. As I looked at the unfolding roads and curving boulevards as we traveled above them, the instant sense of familiarity and recognition came again. Only it was not the airplane (the original mistaken concept)t but the bus. Recognition 6: At the airport, I was quite alert after the early signs. The plane was late in arriving, so I waited around the lobby. As I sat on a bench, I heard a woman's voice speaking of east and west concourse over the P.A. system. The hollowness of the sound was again strongly familiar (east and west, left and right). Recognition 7: When the plane finally did load, I momentarily debated whether or not to take it, not from fear, but because of the uncertainty of what "survival" meant. I finally decided that it was unavoidable, that if 1 waited for a second flight, it would only prolong the incident. 1 boarded the plane, very alert, and we taxied out for take-off. Then the hostess announced on the intercom that we would fly at six thousand feet. That confirmed the low altitude. We finally took off, and promptly ran into a thunderstorm with a great deal of lightning display. This confirmed my impression of an under-the-wires (electricity) flight, long a recognizable symbol to me. Midway during the storm, the pilot decided to change altitude (this was not announced), but we flew up out of the storm, and landed in North Carolina without incident. Upon landing, I decided that my interpretation of the accident was wrong, and promptly forgot about the whole thing. Four days later, on a Monday morning in the middle of a quiet, friendly chat in an office, I suffered what was later diagnosed to be a heart attack (coronary occlusion), and was taken to the hospital. I did not believe it was a heart attack, and had no idea that it was until I was informed of it after an examination in the hospital complete with EKG. It took much persuading that it was so, and for a reason. In every physical examination I ever had, including two the previous week by two different insurance doctors, my heart was always pronounced very sound, with such statements as "You'll never have to worry about your heart" and "That's one thing you would not die of, any heart problem." My mind was thoroughly conditioned against that possibility.