Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 126: what you’re looking at

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THE BRIDGE Don’t forget anything—unless money’s involved. Then watch out. Things go haywire—— No!” He whacked the desk. ““The sub-conscious wins every time. And, by the way——”’ “Eh?” Mr. Trinter stared at an accusing, jabbing finger. “‘Just what,’’ demanded Mr. Grubbiner, “was biting you when you arrived in Llan- currig? You shot out of that car like a rocket. Never saw anything like it!” “A trouble shared is a trouble halved,” said Mr. Trinter, thankfully, and told Mr. Grubbiner about his dream, and the shock the bridge had given him. “I should think so!’ sym- pathised the milliner. ‘I dabble in psycho-analysis myself. I’m a bit of an expert on dreams. The Freudian theories——”’ *““D’you believe them ?” “Broadly speaking—yes.”’ “All of them?” “Well, Freud’s dream in- terpretation is hot stuff—as far as it goes. Doesn’t cover every type, though. Not to my way of thinking. Doesn’t cover yours, for instance.”’ “Mine ?” “Unusual type, yours. Pre- cognitive. Dream of a future event.” “Impossible!” Mr. Grubbiner raised an ~ eyebrow. “Have you ever,” he asked, “given thought to Time?” “Well—no.” “You should. To explain your dream.” “Really?” “Aye,” growled Mr. Grub- biner, stroking his jaw. ““Queer stuff, Time. There’s lots of theories. One has it that all time is co-existent and—oh, damn!” He picked up the shrilling ’phone. “‘Hello! Who is it?” Shortly, he rang off again. “Sorry.” He got up. “Spot of bother at home. I’ll have to pop along.”’ He shook hands. “Pity. I was getting warmed up. We might have done some- thing about that dream. How- ever—you’re going on through Garthinion ?” *“YVes,”’ “Good!” The men went through the shop. “‘There’s a bookshop there. Name of Sykes. Go in and buy An Experiment with Time, by Dunne. It’s tricky, but it repays study. Might give you some ideas.” 125 conmicloooks.Ccomhn)