My dream a few hours ago was again multifaceted and rich, with a host of characters. A gentleman in an Edwardian suit was able to make signal processors by replicating schematic diagrams with his thought alone. I was impressed with his abilities and inquired his name. At first I heard “Lucy,” (Lucille Ball has haunted my dreams before), but further inquiry yielded the name, “Lacy.” Perhaps it was Mr. Lacy who built the tiny recording device I was to use in doing some newsgathering. I had to observe closely to find the input and the output.
Mr. Lacy is a self-described “Psychic Catholic.” And we went to a darkish wooden-walled room filled with Psychic Catholics, only there was a man standing in the corner, a Baptist, who was holding up a large card with something on it and telling everybody in the room something about the Book of Joshua. I remember thinking that the assembled might be bored with this, but they were friendly and tolerant of the Baptist who had somehow slipped in. Another name I remember from the dream is “Christine Ricchi,” (not the actress Christina Ricci) and Bishop James Pike, who had a conversation with me indicating he had been in communication with me for years(!)