Morning of March 23, 1974. Saturday.

I am resting or sleeping within the dream with the bed being fully in the southwest corner of my Cubitis bedroom, aligned along the south wall near the one jalousie window, head to the east, lying on my right side at first.

After a time, I hear someone say my name from above (but seeming fairly close), the dream becoming more vivid, followed by "Claude…here are some books" with a sort of loving intonation, almost motherly. It is the mystery girl, but I am not sure where she is, perhaps in another dimension oriented above my bed, with the portal being part of the ceiling itself, though the ceiling does not look any different. Several larger old books fall almost in slow motion (or held back back falling more heavily) onto my bed. There is a very clear and strong sensation of weight shifting by the books landing on the bed. For a moment, I almost think the girl will join me, but I do not see her anywhere. There is a clear sense of ancientness and vividness - and a feeling that the books are also one-of-a-kind. They mostly seem somewhat encyclopedic, some relating to the paranormal or perhaps ritual. Not much happens after this. I am somewhat aware that the writing in one book reminds me a lot of plant roots (recurring concept). It seems to be happening in the morning. Sunlight is filling the room and I feel a sense of love from somewhere unknown.

I am disappointed that they are not there after I wake up - as if I have the faith that things from dreams can materialize in reality with the right focus.