Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1900-07-12
PERSISTENC - In DREAMS,
The Little Girl That a Man Dreamed
of Every Night for Many
Years. 8sS

Inventors have queer dreams. Not
day dreams a rs alone, although these for
5thesmlost part are thought by the pub
lie lie to be queer enough-but Just the
ordinary sleeping dreams. Dreams Of
the latter sort were discussed at IA
NEE r1s7 ! ting Of inventors one night lately.
! After AT talking Of dreams in general
and the philosophy sof unconscious
c ' ton, several of those present
related rel personal experiences that are
peculiar, strange and weird, says the
Kansas City Journal
For IS years." said President Dim
mltt, Of the Inventors association. 81
have dreamed almost nightly of flying.
occasionally i miss. night, but q
week never goes by without my aerial
Tight. It appears to ne that / take
running start as though on a BIZ
cycle and gradually rise from the
earth, soaring over. cities and towns,
looking down at the people, and OBJ
serving them often ito point at me,
saying: See him! There he goes!
There he goes!'.2I sail along. from the
top of one hillsstp another, trayersinng.
immense DISTANCES: in Single night.
There is nothing terrifying in it at all.
!. On the other hand, it is a delightful
sensation to feel.tha you are soaring
above everybody, but Notwithstanding
this l often getprovoked at myself for
dreaming this dream so persistently.
| have tried in every way to break
myself of 1t, but to no avail. L 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 a bird" fEE
This experience caused great deal
OF comment among the inventors, and
various explanations. were offered Of
the frequent recurrence of it. Then
George 2. shultzs came forward with
dream3even stranger yet. #
My uncle," he said, "who lived in
the country, had alarge meadow ad-
joining his farm. There were perhaps
80 acres of it, and it was lowland, sog-
.gy, wet and sproutly a great part of
the time. 1t was surrounded by a rail
fence and was bordered on one side
by dense thicket. For, some reason
my uncle always said that he wanted
to be buried in tina -$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. ...<~.s
"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
.my life I dreamed it regularly every
night. One night / saw little child,
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
q. 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 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~entered8 the
meadow. I could see that little child
as plainly as | see anyone in this
room. I could see every feature of her
face and would recognize her instant
ly if l 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 a child's footprints. Nightly for
years I 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. I dreamed this ovcrs and
over. again, the details always the
same, untilsfnally one night the child
got clear 1.-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 Sinceathat
night the dream has never come back
! to me-
The ssTubmnn" and the "Postman.''
The promotion Of Sir Richard Web
ster recalls an almost forgotten in