The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1902-04-04
The Interpretation
- Of a Dream.
BF Kenneth +. Harris
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. u the science Of interpretation OF
dreams II is a thing generally ac-
cepted as positive and incoutroveruI-
bic that the dreamer who reaches the
termination OF a headIong aerial
fight from the summit OF a dizzy
precipice OF remote planet dies on
that insrauU-iiIsu as he would II the
. precipice or planet was what the vul-
gar call real meaning material There
Is no need of mo uIriug too cur1Ously
how this morruarv conclusion was az
rived ar IN the first place because
the ordinary methods OF reasoning
fail when applied 90 certain invesCiga-
rions. The fact Is sometimes discov-
cred by methods Psychical rather
than IogicaI-anybod knows that
Anybody knows. too. that one IN
varia5Iv wakes ND midhight- alive and
IN cold Precipitation and this be
ing the case. II Is not even Illogical
20 suppose that II he hit the bot
tom Perspirati0n and animation
would alike cease and determine ever
IastingIv- Then there Is the we'll
authenticated case Of Alr. Edward La
Motto. which as an exception ought
TO prove the general rule
8I-- La Note hit the bottom He
hit II hard according 20 the story
that he told his friends some time
after This may be accounted for
by the fact that he woke up on the
floor IN a taugIe Of bedcIothes at the
foot OF the bed But II does not have
TO be accounted for He did not wake
I'D until after he lit. and he did not
die on the instant How many sUO-
ries that Babel tower elevator took
him up he does not attempt to re-
call He went up. up. up swift as the
rockets fight. until the half naked
children Of men toiLng with their
rotten bricks and slime on Shiuar's
plain below were shifting sPecks IN
his straining ewes From inches IN
the massive circular masonry weird
faces showed themselves giaring at
him with hopeless. terror-insPiring
ewes. Fingers. upon which blood
mixed horribly with caking yellow
Ooze- becIz0ned TO him OF were shaken
at him turi0usiy and Overwhelmingly
You've passed my floor" said Mr.
La Motto 10 the elevator man
But the elevator man. probably IN
dersrandiuG nothing but archaic He
brew. only turned his pale olive face
towards him and moved the lever 20
accelerate the speed Of the flying
prison He was a peculiarly uaciuurn
sort OF chap. this elevator man. al
together lean as famine. so tail that
lIr. La Note had TO throw his head
well back 10 see his face and with
awful mysterious ewes His Uniform
was a vaistcIOth embroidered with
green snakes that 7vrirhed about the
fabric and now and then escaped
from II. falling TO the floor OF the ele-
vauor and then vanishing with loud
hiss.
-.I wish you would stop implored
Nr- La Motto I'm not feeling we'll
The soft-sheI crabs T ate for supper
last night must have disagreed with
ne"
That was an absurd thing 90 say,
because 1Ir. La Motto knew perfectly
wei that four centuries had elapsed
since he walked into the rOtHnda OF
the tower But the elevator contiu-
ued Co shoot upward and the grisIy,
spectral faces and the waving arms
and hands became thicker than ever,
until at last they cleared the sum
nit Of the tower and scared through
the cool night air toward the stars
And now the geuii Of the upper
air. gigantic and In terrible shapes
came rushing furiousIy at them bran
dishiug luminous swords that wa
vered and quivered Ike the winter
lights IN the northern heavens. but
as they struck the cage they became
mere clouds Of mist and drifted away
on the wind. moaning with disap-
poiurmen5 or bowling with baf7ed
rage II was particularly trying 70
the nerves. and the next time Mr. La
Motto tried 20 speak he found that
his tongue was cIeavIng tightly 20
the roof Of his mouth
Then suddenly something Ike a
guitar string snapped IN 8Ir- La
Notes head and the elevator man
uttered a wild cry OF alarm and tried
TO Jam his lever over But IL was
too late the elevator was already
falling with terrible velocity. and IN
another instant II crashed on the
floor OF the r0tuuda- The woodwork
broke Ike egusheIls. the mirrors shfv-
cred and the irouworz twisted as II
II had been so much putty Tons Of
steel cable fell on the ruin and the
shriezs Of the injured sTld the groans
Of the dying rang and echoed through
the hall It was some time before
Mr. La Motto extricated himself and
found out where he was
The next morning AIr- La Motto
started for his office on the four
teeurh floor Of the Paudomic build