5:30. This dream seems to pick up at the spot, I almost can recall where it started. I am in a town near my home town. The town that I am in is Haddon Heights, N.J. I seem to recognize this because of one particularly large street called King's Highway except, no, that's not the name of the street. I'll get back to it. The dream seems to begin or where I remember, in a very large hallway, and at this instance I'm looking into a very large room in which there is a very large group of Indians. I'm being pursued by them, but in a rather dispassionate way. One of them picks up a spear and hurls it at me. The instant that he does this I am immediately aware somehow that this is the last official spear that is hurled, that's allowed to be hurled by the Indian in battle according to the Unites States Treaty which somehow has just been signed. I flatten myself against a wall and there's a door between us and I push it with my foot and the spear comes crashing through the door, but I flatten against the wall and it misses me. I start to run and turn to my left into a bedroom, and this bedroom is exactly like the one in this house, not mine though. It's Dr. Hall's, and I'm being pursued by some Indian of very high rank. This Indian is a brother of a chief, I believe, and he comes crashing through the bedroom. I'm quite mortally afraid because I feel he's making the last attempt to kill me. I have no weapons to defend myself. He has 3 metal tipped arrows. Thus the treaty has not been broken because he's not using any spears. Again I try to protect myself with a door, a door to a closet which is on the right as I'm lying down looking into the bathroom. No such door really exists and at the same moment I think if I could just have gotten outside and escaped, but I didn't. I couldn't. He was there probably and I realized that this door wasn't going to protect me at all. The only way to protect myself was hand to hand combat of some kind. I somehow managed to kick one of his arms or something and as he attacked me and knocked away some of the arrows and quickly immediately somehow grabbed one for myself. At the same instant he lunged down toward me and I lunged up with my arm toward him with the arrow in my hand. These had tips on them like you use for deer hunting. They're very, very sharp and very lethal. We both struck one another with these arrows at the same instant, but my foot was thrust up at his stomach or chest or something preventing him from sinking the arrow into my chest. Immediately as soon as we hit, trying to hit one another with the arrows, we just stopped and he laid back and I laid back. Somehow we both were aware now that whatever the purpose of this chase and attempt at killing was now over. He leaned over and said to me, "Don't worry, brother," something like this. "You can now go on to school," and I believe he kissed my leg in some kind of an Indian gesture of farewell or something. And before that happened, he said to me with a tone of disappointment that he hadn't penetrated my heart. It was obvious to him that I had penetrated his heart, at least I touched it because the way the blood was flowing. It was as if again he had been assigned this task and that the only honorable thing to do would have been to penetrate my heart with this arrow and by killing me. But anyway, he said he hadn't at first and then he said, "But oh look, blood on the end of my arrow." This somehow meant to him that he had penetrated my heart. Indeed, I felt that I had, that he had. I laughed at his comment about me going to school. I laughed to myself ironically and slowly walked out of the house to my car. It was  this house, and I began driving up this wide road, highway that is, and I was heading for a hospital. I was trying to debate whether to stop at a small hospital off the road or to go into a larger hospital where I could receive better care. At this point I wakened from the dream.  The small hospital actually does exist up the road in Audubon. The larger hospital I was driving to, I'm not certain, but there is another one. There is another one not too much further beyond it. I did notice the activity took place at a certain particular spot on this road. this particular place is about 3 blocks down from the intersection of King's Highway. Across the street from this spot is a large new Food Fair. I still can't remember the name of this road (White Horse Pike). In the beginning of the dream as I slammed the door shut, the color green comes to mind, either part of the spear that he threw or part of the door. Indians were Indian-colored. There were other dark colors that I recognized and no bright colors. Some of the colors in the bedroom were the color of the rugs, dark blues and reds, the white walls and white door and the color later on the tips of the arrows was metallic blue. The blood, of course, was bright red. This dream, I believe, is from the 3rd Rem.  The only strong element of day residue is that of an association with a phrase I have often repeated, namely I have not lost the war, but merely a battle. Rather corny, but even at the moments I've repeated it, this thought has struck me that it's rather corny.  Returning to the dream once more, there's pain associated with the arrow puncturing my chest and also there was at the moment that he came storming through the bathroom, a feeling of helplessness because I was defenseless and I knew what he was going to do. He was going to attempt to kill me. In a frenzied instant I had to resign myself to defending myself. I'm not sure I repeated the complete spoken words of the Indian. They were, "You can go back to school now, everything will be alright."