ue, but I never heard of another
case like it. What usually happens is that the memories carried back by
the consciousness are buried in the subconscious mind. You know how
thick the wall between the subconscious and the conscious mind is. These
dreams of Dunne's, and the cases in Tyrrell's book, are leakage. That's
why precognitions are usually incomplete and distorted, and generally
trivial. The wonder isn't that good cases are so few; it's surprising
that there are any at all." Allan looked at the papers in front of him.
"I haven't begun to theorize about how I managed to remember everything.
It may have been the radiations from the bomb, or the effect of the
narcotic, or both together, or something at this end, or a combination
of all three. But the fact remains that my subconscious barrier didn't
function, and everything got through. So, you see, I am obsessed--by my
own future identity."

"And I'd been afraid that you'd been, well, taken-over by some ... some
outsider." Blake Hartley grinned weakly. "I don't mind admitting, Allan,
that what's happened has been a shock. But that other ... I just
couldn't have taken that."

* * * * *

"No. Not and stayed sane. But really, I am your son; the same entity I
was yesterday. I've just had what you might call an educational short
cut."

"I'll say you have!" His father laughed in real amusement. He discovered
that his cigar had gone out, and re-lit it. "Here; if you can remember
the next thirty years, suppose you tell me when the War's going to end.
This one, I mean."

"The Japanese surrender will be announced at exactly 1901--7:01 P. M.
present style--on August 14. A week from Tuesday. Better make sure we
have plenty of grub in the house by then. Everything will be closed up
tight till Thursday morning; even the restaurants. I remember, we had
nothing to eat in the house but some scraps."

"Well! It is handy, having a prophet in the family! I'll see to it Mrs.
Stauber gets plenty of groceries in.... Tuesday a week? That's pretty
sudden, isn't it?"

"The Japs are going to think so," Allan replied. He went on to describe
what was going to happen.

His father swore softly. "You know, I've heard talk about atomic energy,
but I thought it was just Buck Rogers stuff. Was that the sort of bomb
that got you?"

"That was a firecracker to the bomb that got me. That thing exploded a
good ten miles away."

Blake Hartley whistled softly. "An