Avon Fantasy Reader No. 9 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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TVS. te ’ 2 roundings were unchanged. Of course, Avis. was larger now and the bed Wasnt quite as massive nor the window as high. But both were there, waiting for the btele girl that she eed when, at nightfall, she curled up into a ball and snuggled under the sheets— snuggled and stared up at the high, round window that bordered the sky. Avis wanted to dream again. At first, she couldn't. After all, she was a grown woman, engaged to be tharried; she wasn’t f character out of Pezer [bbetson. And these*dreams of her’ childhoad had been silly. -But they were nice. Yes, even when she had been ill and nearly fallen out of the window that time, it had been pleasant to dream. Of course those voices and shapes were nothing but Freudian fantasies—everyone knew that. Or did they? Suppose it was all real? Suppose dreams are not just subconscious manifestations; caused by indigestion and gas pressure. What if dreams are. really a product of electronic oie. tena radiations—attuned to the wave-length of the sleeping mind? Thought is an electrical impulse. Life ‘itself is an electrical impulse. Perhaps a dreamer is like a spiritualist medium; placed in a receptive state during sleep. In- stead of ghosts, the creatures of. another world or another dimension can come through, if the sleeper is granted the rare gift of acting as a * filter. What if the dreams feed on the dreamer for substance, just as spirits attain ectoplasmic being by draining the medium of energy? Avis thought and thought about it, and when she had evolved this theory, everything seemed to fit. Not that she would ever tell anyone about her attitude. Dr. Clegg would only laugh at her, or still worse, shake his head. Marvin Mason didn’t approve either. Nobody wanted her to dream. They still treated her like a little girl Very well, she would be a little girl; a little girl who could do as she pleased, now. She would dream. It was shortly after reaching this decision that the dreams began again; almost as though they had been waiting until she would fully accept them in terms of their_own reality. Yes, they came back, slowly, a bit at a time. Avis found that it helped to concentrate on the past during the. day; to strive to remember her childhood. To this end she spent more and more time in her room, leaving Reba to tend to housework downstairs. As for fresh air, she always could look out of her window. It was high and small, but she would clieh en) a stool and gaze up at the sky through the round aperture; watching the clouds that veiled the blue beyond, and waiting for night to come. Then she would sleep in the big bed and-wait for the wind. The wind soothed and the darkness slithered, and soon she could hear the buzzing, burring voices. At first only the voices came back, and they were faint 50 Conniclooolks: (<©)