The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-10-28
PERSISTENCE OF DREAMS.
A Man Who Flies in His Sleep and
Has Nightmares.

From the Kansas City Mo- Journal)
Inventors have queer dreams Not day
dreams alone. although these for the most
part are thought by the public to be queer
enough, but just the ordinary sleeping
dreams. Dreams of the latter sort were
discussed at a meeting of inventors the
other night. After talking of dreams in
general and the philosophy of unconscious
cerebration, several of those present relat-
ed personal experiences that are peculiar,
strange and weird.
For twenty-five years. said President
| Dimmitt, of the Inventors Association, II
have dreamed almost nightly of flying Oc-
casionally miss night, but a week never
goes by without my aerial flight 1t APP
pears to me that l take a running start,
as though on bicycle. and gradually rise
from the earth, soaring over cities and
| towns, looking down at the people and
observing them often to point at me, say
| ing: See him. There he goes, There he
| goes" sail along from the top of one hill
to another, traversing immense distances
| in single night.
mere Is nothing terrifying In it at all.
| On the other hand, it is delightful SEN
Sat1on TO fee! that you are soaring above
everybody, but, Notwithstanding this, I
often get provoked at myself for dreaming
this dream SO persis.ently. / have tried in
| every way to break myself Of 1t, but to no
avail. l still take my fly nearly every
night. 1 do not imagine that l am in the
airship-1 am alone, and am just sailing
through the air like bird"
This experience caused great deal of
comment among the inventors and vari-
Gus explanations were offered of the fire.
quent recurrence Of it. Then G. d. Shulz
came forward with dream even stranger
yet.
My uncle" he said, who lived in the
country, had large meadow adjoining
his farm. There were perhaps thirty acres
of 1t, and it was low land, soggy, wet,
and sprouty a great part of the time. 1t
was surrounded by 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 that mead
CIV, and when he died the family, in con-
sideration of his request. buried him in
one corner of the meadow. l remember
the grave distinctly. The ground about 1t
was so wet that they had to bail 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 begins,
and for ten or fifteen years of my life
l dreamed it regularly every night. One
night / saw little child a girl emerge
from the thlcket borCerlng on the meadow
crawl through the meadow fence, and
start in direct line across it to my
uncles grave. She had got only part way
toward 1t when a great herd of lions, IT,
gers and other 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 scramble, hid her
from 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.
II could see that little child as plainly |
as anyone in this room. / could see ev- |
cry feature OF her face. and would recog- |
nize her instantly if j should ever meet |
her. / can see her little dress blowing |
out straight behind as she ran from the |
wild beasts. / can see the very panel of |
the fence that she crawled through, and |
many a time went in broad daylight and |
examined 1t, peered into the thicket, and
searched for a child's footprints. Nightly
for years l dreamed this dream. always
the same little girl. always the wild beasts
coming just as she got part of the way
across the meadow. and always her terri
field fight back again, the details always
the same, until finally one night the child
got clear OF the 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 per-
fectly 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-"