Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1900-07-12
PERSISTENCE IN DREAMS.
Inc Little Girl That n Man Dreamed
5.a OF Every Night for Many "
Years. ##2

Inventors have queer dreams. Not
DAY dreams alone, although these for
the most part are thought by the pub
TIC to be queer enough-but just the
ordinary sleeping dreams. Dreams of
the latter sort were discussed at a
meeting me- OF inventors one night lately.
AFTER talking of dreams in general
and the philosophy of unconscious
cereora ton, several of those present
related personal experiences that are
peculiar. strange and weird, says the
Kansas City Journal. j. Il" -, -.
"tor rs years." said President DIM
mltt, OF the Inventors association, 81
have dreamed almost nightly of flying.
Occasionally I miss a night, but a
week never goes by without my aerial
hight. 1t appears to ne that I take
running start as though on BIZ
cycle and gradually rise from the
earth, soaring over cities and towns,
looking down at the, people, and OBJ
serving them often to point at me.
saying: See him! There he goes!
There he goes!' I sail along. from the
top of one hill to another, traversing
immense DISTANCES: in single night.
There is nothing terrifying in it at all.
On the other hand, it is delightful
sensation to feel that you are soaring
above everybody, but Notwithstanding
this L often get provoked at myself for
dreaming this dream so persistently.
L have tried in every way to break
myself OF 1T. but to no avail. I still
take my fly nearly every night. I do
not imagine that am in an airship-
L am alone, and am just sailing
through the air like bird.''
This experience caused a great deal
of comment among the inventors, and
various explanations were offered of
the frequent recurrence of it. Then
George D. Shultz came forward with
dream even stranger yet.
MY UNCLE" he said, "who lived in
the country. had a:large meadow adj
joining his farm. There were perhaps
80 acres of it; and it was lowland, soy
.gy. wet and sproutly a great part of
the time. 1t was surrounded by rail
fence and was borderetl on one side
by dense thicket. For some reason
my uncle always said that he wanted
to be buried in that meadow, and
When he died the family. in considera-
ton of his request. buried him in one
corner of the meadow. I remember
the grave distinctly. The ground
about it was so wet that they had to
bale out the grave before the coffin
was lowered into it.
"A small fence was built around the
grave, inclosing it in small square
lot in the corner of the meadow.
Now, this is where my dream be-
gins, and for ten or fifteen years of
smy life | dreamed it regularly every
night. One night I saw a little child,
a girl, emerge from the thicket border
ing on the meadow, crawl through the
meadow fence and start in direct
line across to my uncle's grave She
had got only part way toward it when
a great herd of lions, tigers and 9TH
er savage beasts rushed into the
meadow and made for her. Just be-
fore they reached her they all got
into a terrific fight and in the scram-
bic hid her from my view. But in a
moment she came into view again,
running for her life back to the spot
in the fence where she entered the
meadow. I could see that little child
as plainly as 1 see anyone in this
room. l could see every feature of her
I've,
ly if | should ever meet her. I can
see her little dress blowing out
straight behind her as she ran from
the wild beasts. I can see the very
panel of the fence that she crawled
through, and many a time went in
broad daylight and examined it..
peered into the thicket and searched
for child'ss footprints. Nightly for
years l dreamed this dream. Always
the same little girl, always the wild
beasts coming just as she got part
way across the meadow and always
her terrified flight back again to es-
cape them. l dreamed this over and
over again, the details always the
same. until finally one night the child
got clear to the little Enclosure around
the grave before the animals reached
her. She got over the fence, turned
around and put her face to the cracks
and looked through at the lions and
tigers. She was perfectly safe. The
wild beasts could not reach her. She
was in a haven of refuge. Since that
night the dream has never come back
to me-
The ''Tubmnn" and the 'sPostman.'
The promotion of Sir Richard Web
ster recalls an almost forgotten in
stitution in the old law courts at