Monday, May 10, 1943

Dear Diary,

I dreamed about Bob last night for about the sixth time in the last two weeks. But the one last night was stranger than the others. I wish I had Daniel or Joseph to interpret it. I was in church, in my dream, and we had just finished a hymn. Bob walked up the aisle on my left, taking up the song books. He stopped when he got to me, and started a conversation. I don’t remember exactly what was said, except that he was the nicest and sweetest person I had ever talked to, and that eventually we started talking about “Command Performance.” I told him I’d hear him on it a week ago, and from somewhere he produced a newspaper with that program listed on a special short wave time table.