1 I fear it was no dream, and must act on this surmise.
2 I have had a terrible dream, and it has left me so weak that I cannot move.
3 Such a dream at the present time would become woven into their fears for me.
4 Even my own terrible experiences in Castle Dracula seem like a long-forgotten dream.
5 It is old, and has many memories, and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
6 I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams.
7 There was a smile on her face, and it was evident that no bad dreams had come to disturb her peace of mind.
8 There was a pause and a sharp little cry, such as a child gives in sleep, or a dog as it lies before the fire and dreams.
9 More than once as we sat around the table, my eyes opened in wonder whether the whole of the past days had not been a dream.
10 My dream was very peculiar, and was almost typical of the way that waking thoughts become merged in, or continued in, dreams.
11 I quite understood; my only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around me.
12 I was not then a bit sleepy, at least so I thought; but I must have fallen asleep, for, except dreams, I do not remember anything until the morning, when Jonathan woke me.
13 She complains of difficulty in breathing satisfactorily at times, and of heavy, lethargic sleep, with dreams that frighten her, but regarding which she can remember nothing.
14 Indeed, she was so sound asleep that for a few seconds she did not recognize me, but looked at me with a sort of blank terror, as one looks who has been waked out of a bad dream.
15 Suddenly the horror burst upon me that it was thus that Jonathan had seen those awful women growing into reality though the whirling mist in the moonlight, and in my dream I must have fainted, for all became black darkness.
16 And he will sometimes think that she he loved was buried alive, and that will paint his dreams with horrors of what she must have suffered; and again, he will think that we may be right, and that his so beloved was, after all, an Un-Dead.
17 It is not only that he feels sorrow, deep sorrow, for the dear, good man who has befriended him all his life, and now at the end has treated him like his own son and left him a fortune which to people of our modest bringing up is wealth beyond the dream of avarice, but Jonathan feels it on another account.
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