The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-02-19
Rrie-a.Brac on Dreams.


To the Editor of the Morristowli Gazette:
Do you believe in dreams The 9th
er night / fancied myself on the deck of
a dismantIed East Indiaman, floating
down wide, deep river, the discolOra-
ton of whose water and the tropical
vegetation suggesting Brazil or Africa
The atmosphere was gray, hazy. Sud
denly the helm was put hard port, and
we stood for the shore. thought of run
ming aground, yet we kept on over the
land Alta short distance the hulk went
about and moved DER the shore parallel
with the river. Then we seemed to
pass a two storied verandah sheltered
building, which, from the young ladies
pacing its galleries, was apparently a
female college. l was just thinking
what the thunder we were doing about
a young ladies seminary, with not even
bow.sprit standing when l caught
glimpse of the faces. In tint bleached
wax, while their eyes shone like steel at
a white heat, baleful. knew then.
Then we went rushing and cracking
through what appeared 10000 acres of
apple trees Hard starboard went the
helm and back to the river, could hear
the rasping, shaling sound as we rushed
over The sandy beach, and the loosened
sense as we struck the water, TO re-
sumo our course. Then the sky became
overcast we began to sink. The water
had reached my ankles, when l woke to
find both feet uncovered and the Their
mometer among the zebTas, while out
side the wind roared in gale.
When little boy used to eat enor-
mousapples: three timesas much as now.
1 had awful stowage properties, prob
ably. stretched easier then than now,
and the after dreams. The traditional
pig prancing around your bed on his
hind legs, the familiar blue monkey,
with his green ears and red eyes, sitting
on your breast clawing for your heart,
were seraphs to the amphibilious crit
tiers, would improvise while, during
the levee I would roar like buffalo
calf, waking the whole house
Sometimes have had visions of fit
ting swallow like DER some sunset ting
ed summer sea, with power of volition
only belonging to the disembOdied, then
| would pass into suites of gorgeous
rooms apparently belonging to palace,
anon Ger lakes and rivers hill and dale,
until found myself sitting out on some
grassy mooElit lawn, the night zephyr
fragrant with jarmin and woodbine,
while at my side stood most beautiful
,irl, stranger to me yet seeming to
Know me well for her soft hand rested
N my shoulder and she leaned over me
Until 1 could feel her soft breath fan my
.heek cold, chilly mist sweeps over
ne and hear, "Dog gone it, dad, but
'ou'Ie sleeper" and wake to see my
ride etat 10 years, standing at my bed {
ide, his legs straddled, both hands in !
ockets, while his face was mantled s
nth perfect admiration. /
But this snoring business, the music :
( dream land, the trombohes of elf land i
he bray of fairy jackasses, that takes c
lore talk. Why do men snOre 1t p
pes no one any good. 4
I have in mind friend with whom
,metimes stop. BY the three kings of
ologue he shores, he does. Let me tell
ou, supposed, tired, good bed, and a.
,out sliding of into your first nap. Our e
lend, who has been wondrous quiet n
wv, puts in a sequence of "B. Coffee" in
ores, abrupt choking snorts, and ag- y
awaiting contemplative ke-poofs. just ~ ~
tside the door are two dogs, who &C #
mpauy their master by clapper, claw m
2 and whining over some flea that has Sc
t the advantage of thems or by scara- D,
ouching off the porch and down nine fr,
,ps after some belated cur, who, going
me, chooses to keep:the state road. At
interviewing the cur, they slowly
me back licking themselves, and then
down in the moonlight to boosWoo-
100, at the moon ten minutes a: -,
etch all this time, like the thread ofa ia
lOdy in an overture, runs.along the he
,res, snorts, and he ke-poOfs. Every en-
e hour my man wakes up, hanks, o Az,
q about fifteen feet into the FIRE, 10;
lnta, sud goes ct u again. Z