 Which term best describes the sequencing of Zarwell's dreams under comanalysis?
[p 135 ] By CHARLES V. DE VET monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identities lay the shape of another man— was it himself? Illustrated by DILLON HE was walking endlessly down a long, glass-walled corridor. Bright sunlight slanted in through one wall, on the blue knapsack across his shoulders. The truth lurked in some corner of his consciousness, but it was not reached by surface awareness. The corridor opened at last into a large high-domed room, much like a railway station or an air terminal. It took him only a few seconds to push the case into the compartment, lock it and slide the key along the floor beneath the locker. But the fact that they had been expecting him meant that others would very probably be waiting outside. The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet assumed abruptly the near transfluent consistency of a damp sponge. “When psychiatry was a less exact science,” his voice went on, seeming to come from a great distance, “a doctor had to spend weeks, sometimes months or years interviewing a patient. The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. ZARWELL found himself standing on a vast plain. Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his shirt clung damply to his body. The evening meal hour was approaching when he reached the Flats, on the way to his apartment. Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory game of lic-lic for pieces of candy and cigarettes. The feeling was there again, like a scene waiting only to be gazed at directly to be perceived. Yet always, when his mind lost its sleep-induced [p 140 ] lethargy, the moment of near understanding slipped away. This morning, however, the sense of disorientation did not pass with full wakefulness. Zarwell moved among them, seldom taking part in the individual clashes, yet a moving force in the conflict . Zarwell was not the leader of the invaders, only a lesser figure in the rebellion. Now Zarwell was fleeing, pursued by the same bearded men who had been his comrades before. He alighted from a space ship on still another world—another shift in time—and the atmosphere of conflict engulfed him. The recall episodes are always purely random, with no chronological sequence. Or some particular scene may trigger a complete memory return. “It is my considered opinion,” Bergstrom went on, “that your lost memory will turn out to be no ordinary amnesia.
 arbitrary
 arbitrary  prophetic  misleading  regressive