Events, years apart in their occurrence in the Younger World, occurred with me within the space of several minutes, or seconds.
It was all a jumble, but this jumble I shall not inflict upon you.

It was not until I was a young man and had dreamed many thousand times, that everything straightened out and became clear and plain.

Then it was that I got the clew of time, and was able to piece together events and actions in their proper order.

Thus was I able to reconstruct the vanished Younger World as it was at the time I lived in it--or at the time my other-self lived in it.

The distinction does not matter; for I, too, the modern man, have gone back and lived that early life in the company of my other-self.
For your convenience, since this is to be no sociological screed, I shall frame together the different events into a comprehensive story.
For there is a certain thread of continuity and happening that runs through all the dreams.