The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-10
A STRANGE STORY.
How a Dream Came True.
From the Pail Mall Gazette.

From the Pail Mall Gazette.
The following narrative was sent to the
Pail Mall Gazette, two or three years
back by a correspondent who, unfortu-
nately, chose to remain anonymous. This
shyness, of course, lays the authenticity
of the alleged experience" under suspi
cion And | have never heard of any at
tempt to verify or discredit the story
which-true or false-struck me as one of
the most artistic of it's class. 1t was
headed. Dreams Idle Dreams" and ran
as follows:
Sir: l have been much interested in
reading the article with the above heading
which appears IN your issue of Aug. 2.
May 1 be permitted to give you an exam
pie of a most curious dream l had some
years ago, and which came almost liter
ally true? l was living in London at the
time, and l had a correspondent in Dub
lin. This gentleman was a valued ana
lifelong friend One New Years eve
dreamt that l stood in a spacious, bare
looking entrance hall. Presently l saw a
letter put into the letter-box on the hall
door. ! went over, took out the letter.
which l saw was addressed to myself, and
in the handwriting of my friend. l open
ed it, and found ii to contain an oblonG
piece of blush paper, partly printed and
partly written in red ink. / read it, and
1t ran as follows:
order for the burial of (here came my
own nance in (here came the name of a
well-known cemetery in the vicinity Of
Dublin, on the 9th day Of June, IS, in
grave Ga number).'
II should say l never could recollect any
more of the figures. l stood looking at the
paper, and as I did so l heard the voice
of my friend calling to me. l went over
to him and gave him the paper. He read
It, and then said, rather testify, Yes, it's
all right: come this way l followed him
upstairs and into a barely furnished
room, in the very midst of which was n
kind of stretcher bedstead, with what
seemed TO be some sheets upon IL. He told
me to lie down. | did so; he covered me
with a sheet; ] closed my eyes, and ]
thought I was dead. Presently some one
else came into the room, and they began
talking about arrangements for my fu-
neral. l opened my eyes, and saw with
him a strange man, with a short, dark
beard. ! then seemed to lose conscious
ness from terror, and awoke crying bit
terly. / wrote and told my friend the
dream, and he replied, chatting me unmer-
cifully about IT, However. again and
again l dreamt the same dream, and so
termed dld 1 become as the 9TH OF June
drew near that my friend actually took
the trouble to come over to London
and took me down to spend
the day at Hampton court. The next New
Years Eve dreamt the same
dream. My friend who was a
medical man this time insisted
upon my coming over to Dublin for
a holiday, and TO try to forget all abou,
II. The months passed on, and / did not
Hraa m again We had a dc
agreement about something or other, and
I, standing upon my dignity, did not re.
ply to several of his-I must admit-gooi
kind and temperate letters. One night IN
June ! was so restless that I lay awake
the whole night, and determined to write
a contrite letter to him the next day, fol
It was l who really was in tho wrong