The Osceola times., 1883-11-24
TWO STRANGE DREAMS.

A Singer Sleeping In Omaha Sees tn,
| West shore Railroad Accident
In Dream.
! New York Letter.
All the world likes TO talk about
dreams, and half believes in them, in
spite of great pretentions TO the contrary
and much talk about physiological causes
A dream story, in which a late railroad
accident was the subject and celebrat.
ed singer the dreamer, has just come to
light.
Zelda Seguin is with the Abbot Opera
company this season, as everybody
knows. So far the company has spent
much of its time in the northwest
drawing Dig houses and receiving plenty
OF news paper praise. On the night OF
September 29 il vas in Omaha.
That nigh. Mrs. Seguin dreamed that
she was in a railroad car near Utica, NY.
She knew it was that locality, having
passed over it often. As the train flew
along she thought she saw the different
points in the scenery, commenting on
them from time to time to young lady
who occupied the same seat with her.
The young lady was close friend. and
in the drea II Mrs. Seguin thought it per-
fectly natural that they should be travel
ing together. She heard somebody say,
"Diefendorf HILL" That part of the
dream she remembered with special dis
tinctness. The peculiarity of dream dia.
logues, is that though one seems to be
saying much and hearing much, only a
few sentences of it all stand boldly out
in the memory after the sleeper opens
his eyes on new day. And so, Mrs.
Seguin sleeping in Omaha thirty-six
hours before the accident on the West
Shore road, dreamed she was whirline
along near Utica and heard the name
=" Diefendorf Hill spoken distinctly.
Then she saw her girl companions's face
turn to that peculiar shade of white
which terror only can produce-saw the
same ghastly rigidity of muscle spread
over the face of the other passengers, and
simultaneously felt shock which in.
stantly expanded into grating, grind
ing, horrible jar tlat seemed to splinter
the very rocks beneath the earth. Then
all was suddenly blotted out in one vast
eneulfment of darkness. Out of this Mrs.
Seguin seemed to rise in that mysterious
way in which we are all extricated from
dilemmas in dreams, until she could look
down upon the wreck from the air above
it. She saw the two engines locked in
each others embrace, twisted, belching,
groaning as though in mortal agony; saw
also the cars which were thrown from the
track, damaged and crippled like great
animals; and withal saw in one of them
the friend who sat by fer side but mo-
ment before. She was now living help
less in the dreadful! mass of debris, her
face death-like and her form motionless.
There the dream stopped. She told it
the next morning, as ii was still fresh in
her mind on waking up, but did not, of
course, think that il had any significance.
What was her surprise within three days
TO read of the accident which occurred
on the lst of October, on the West Shore
road: and later 10 learn that the same
Young friend who had sat beside her in
the dream had really beer aboard the
wrecked train and been injured. Let the
people who explain such things by mat
erial reasoning, or those who waive them
aside with sneer and a smile, tell, if
they can, why Zelda Seguin, sleeping
more than thousand miles west of Utica,
should so accurately dream out an acci-
dent three days before it occurred, and
associate friend with whom she believ-
cd to be safe in her home in one of the
interior towns of Pennsylvania. She had
retired after an evening of more than
usual honor. The applause had been
generous 10 embarrassment. Nothing had
occurred tc call up any thoughts of peril
or accident. Yet in her dream she felt
the shock and saw the ruins of the
wreck.
Once before Zelda Seguin had re-
markable dream in regard to public
event which soon after happened. Three
nights before Jim Fisk was shot she
dreamed she was walking up Broad way
and the entire street was draped in
mourning. The shutters of every store
were closed, and in white letters on a
black ground on every one was the name
"Jim Fisk" She turned into other
streets and it was the same. Every
where there was the drapery of mourn.
ing and the name "Jlm Fisk" in white
letters This dream she told next morn
ing to her friends, and on the third day
thereafter was shocked beyond express
sion TO learn that Fisk had been shot.
Yet she had never even seen him.