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Struggling: morning. 210 * THE SESSIONS At one point [felt wet stuff hitting me all over my body. They were dripping stuffon me. Everything in there was friendly. I don't think I lost consciousness but I can't bring it all back. He stared at the ceiling, perplexed. I'm sorry, doctor. Ican't remember. "It's okay. You came back. That's all that matters." There was one that was with me by my side. There was the same pulsat- ing vibration. They wanted me tojoin them, to stay with them. Iwas tempted. "Maybe that's where you went, that you can't recall." I was looking down a corridor that was stretching outforever. That may be where I lost it. The buzzing and kaleidoscopic shifting was intense and went onfor a long time. Then it let up and I was in that hive. There was another one helping me, different from the one I saw earlier this It was very intelligent. It wasn't at all humanoid. It wasn't a bee but it seemed like one. It was showing me around the hive. It was extremely friendly, and I felt a warm sensual energy radiating throughout the hive. I decided it must be a wonderful thing to live in a loving and sensual environment such as that. It said to me that this was where ourfuture lay. I don't know why it said that or what it meant or if that's a good thing or not. I recall telling myselfas I was coming down, "I want to remember. I want to re- member, " but I can't. Where had Rex gone? Who were the insectlike beings with such a keen interest in and complex relationships with him—devouring and consum- ing, but also loving and nurturing? My attempts at suggesting a personal psychological meaning fell on deaf ears, something that routinely occurred in our volunteers whenever I tried to help them interpret their experi- ences in that manner. Rex was at peace with his experiences, and he incorporated them into his understanding of the increasingly complex and symbol-rich dreams that began developing. He also started reading more seriously about psy- chedelic plants and shamanism.