{"content":[{"text":"Well, while seated in the chair or lying on my bed, my consciousness follows vision, and I entered that \n room. I actually occupied it. I came back to where I was seated, on one occasion, --to where I was \n lying on my bed on another; and then I went back, and again it took on a cubic reality. I came back \n knowing exactly what I am doing, and knowing this whole thing makes no sense whatsoever to the \n rational mind, but I cannot deny what I am experiencing. Here I have the evidence, -- no one to share it \n with, but I have the evidence. I came back, and then went back into the picture. At the moment I \n entered the picture, it took on cubic reality; and after doing it maybe a dozen times or more, I said to \n myself, “I am going to explore. This time I am going to go right into it and remain there and explore,” \n which I did.","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.089655,"width":0.814585,"height":0.156173}},{"text":"So I stepped into the picture; and as it closed around me, from my bed it seemed to be thirty by twenty; \n but when I stepped into it, determined this time to keep going regardless of consequences, it closed \n around me, a third of what it seemed to be as I looked at it from the bed. So thirty by twenty became \n ten by seven. I found it to be a dressing room -- a dressing room of a huge, wonderful suite ready for \n occupancy. No one was in it; I am the only occupant now. I came out by opening up a door. I didn’t go \n through it by some vapor; I actually opened the door, and to myself I was solidly real, just like the man \n who is talking to you now.","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.263897,"width":0.8148559999999999,"height":0.12132500000000002}},{"text":"My hand could open a door, and the door was solid and it was real, and I went through the door. I \n entered the corridor. It was a nice, wide corridor dimly lit. At the end of the corridor, intersecting it was \n a brilliantly lit corridor. I walked down to the very end; and when I got to the end, here is this \n luminous, luminous, wonderful corridor.","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.403291,"width":0.814657,"height":0.069052}},{"text":"I saw two ladies coming down the corridor. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew how it began; it \n began by seeing what seemed to me just a vision, like a painting. I knew that I left my bed, my \n consciousness following vision, and entered the painting; and the painting took on cubic reality. I knew \n it: so I call that a “dream.” Knowing it began as a dream, I said to myself, “It has still to be a dream. \n But I am dreaming now awake. I am not dreaming sleeping; I am fully awake, and it is a dream.”","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.490412,"width":0.814706,"height":0.08647599999999994}},{"text":"And I said to the ladies as they came by, “Ladies, this is all a dream.” They did exactly what any nice \n ladies would do -- a stranger standing in a corridor and saying to them, “This whole thing is a dream.” \n They thought they were looking at a mad man. So they got as far removed from me as they could, and \n got right next to the wall. But the wall was as solidly real as that wall (indicating) They couldn’t go \n through it any more than I could.","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.594958,"width":0.814379,"height":0.086476}},{"text":"While looking at them, -- and they are frightened to death, -- they walked quickly by; and then I saw \n something hanging, like a chandelier. It reminded me of an object that I had seen about six months \n before in a friend’s home, and he said to me, “You can hardly tell that this thing is suspended. If you \n look closely, there is an almost invisible thread that connects it to the ceiling.” So I looked, and I did \n see that very little, thin thread connecting this to the ceiling. Then I was convinced, -- “Well, it is a \n dream. This is a memory image of what I saw in my friend’s home.”","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.699503,"width":0.814869,"height":0.10390100000000002}},{"text":"So again, I said to the ladies, “Look, this must be all gossamer.” But as I held it, it was solidly real. It \n was just as solid as this (indicating). That surprised me. They kept on moving, and they moved rapidly \n towards the end; and here I am, holding this thing in my hand. I took my hand off and I said to myself, \n “Now you know it began as a dream, Neville, and this still has to be a dream. All ends run true to \n origins, and the origin of this experience of yours was a dream. So this must be a dream.” But it is not a \n dream. I am just as awake as I am now, talking to you, as I was talking to those ladies.","bbox":{"left":0.092647,"top":0.821473,"width":0.8144279999999999,"height":0.10389999999999999}}],"images_bbox":[],"images_bbox_not_text_overlap":[]}