"(Signed) L. de Bourbel."

"1 certify above account to be true in every particular.

" (Signed) B. H."

We now come to the class of dream which we have catalogued as "dual personality ".

Some of these dreams show undoubted evidence of sleep - clairvoyance, but the strange part is that this clairvoyance usually comes to those who are not clairvoyant in their waking state. Take the numerous instances of the finding of lost articles through a dream. Can this be explained by the theory that our spirit in sleep is conducted by so - called occult means to the place where the lost article is reposing? What other explanation solves this riddle?

Dr. Radcliffe - whose name is well known as a physician, and who studied deeply metaphysics and psychology - had many theories about dreams, including "liberty to believe" that the spirits of the dead may visit us in our sleep. Also he thinks that our spirit is capable of taking on a separate identity in our sleep and overcoming the usual rules of time and space. "How is it," he asks," that I am at once introduced into a world of spirit in which there is, as it were, no time and space, in which I lose the distinction between now and then, between here and there? I do not explain the fact by saying that it is a mere fiction of my imagination. Imagination is a manifestation of my own being. Where imagination can be, there I must be, in spirit at least. In a word, I do not see how to account for the operation of my imagination in time and space without supposing that I must be a spirit which is truly alive in the past and future as well as in the present, and which is, in the true sense of the word, ubiquitous.

And so it may be that my true relations to time and space are made known to me more clearly in a dream than at any other time;" and he goes on to say " from this point of view you may look upon yourself as a spirit which may be incarnated at one time, and translated out of reach of the senses at another".

Mr. Frederick H. Myers says that: "Dreams often recall to us facts of our waking life which we have known and forgotten. May it not also recall to us facts which our supraliminal selves have never known?"

At the beginning of this chapter we quoted an instance of "Dual personality," in which Miss A. W. - W. was made aware in her dream of a murder which had been committed two miles away.

The following case is analogous to Miss. A. W - W.'s dream, in that Mr. Wack was made aware of an event taking place at a distance.

Mr. W. H. Wack is an attorney.1

"Court House, "St. Paul, Minn., 10th February, 1892.

"I believe 1 had a remarkable experience. About midnight on the 29th day of December, headsore and fatigued, I left my study where I had been poring over uninspiring law text, and, climbing to my chamber door, fell into bed for the night

"Nothing unusual had transpired in my affairs that day, and yet, when I gave myself to rest, my brain buzzed on with a myriad fancies. The weird intonation of an old kitchen clock fell upon my ears but faintly, as it donged the hour of two. The sound of the clock chime had hardly died when I became conscious of my position in a passenger coach on the St. Paul, Minneapolis and Omaha railroad. I was journeying to Duluth, Minnesota, from St. Paul, in which latter place I had gone to sleep. I was aware that I had been on the train about four hours and that I was somewhere near the town of Shell Lake, Wis., distant from St. Paul about eighty miles. I had often been over the road, and as I peered through the coach window I recognised, in the moonlit scene, features of country and habitation I had seen before. We were plunging on, almost heedlessly as it seemed, when I fancied I heard, and was startled from my reverie by, a piercing shriek, which was protracted into a piteous moaning and gasping, as if some human creature were suffering some hideous torture.

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"Then I felt the train grind heavily to an awkward stop. There was a sudden commotion fore and aft Train men with lanterns hurried through my car and joined employes near the engine, I could see the lights flash here and there, beside and beneath the cars; brakesmen moved along the wheels in groups, the pipe voice of the conductor and the awe - stricken cry of the black porter infused a livening sense to a scene which I did not readily understand. Instinctively I concluded that an accident had happened, or perhaps that a break to the train had occasioned this sudden uprising of train men. A minute later I was out upon the road itself. The brusque and busy search and the disturbed manner of the attendants did not invite elaborate inquiry from a curious passenger, so I was content to be told, in very ugly snappish English, that if I had eyes I might - see for myself that 'some one got killed, I reckon Everybody moved and acted in a spirit of stealth, and each, it appeared, expected a horrible 'find'. The trucks were being examined from the rear of the train forward. Blood splotches were discovered on nearly all the bearings under the entire train.

When the gang reached one of the forward cars, all lights were cast upon a truck which was literally scrambled with what appeared to be brains - human brains evidently, for among the clots were small tufts of human hair. This truck, particularly, must have ground over the bulk of a human body. Every fixture between the wheels was smeared with the crimson ooze of some crushed victim. But where was the body, or at least its members? The trucks were covered only with a pulp of mangled remnants. The search for what appeared to be the killed was extended 500 yards back of the train and all about the right - of - way with no more satisfactory result than to occasionally find a blood - stained tie (sleeper).

"All hands boarded the train; many declaring that it was an unusual mishap, on a railroad, which left such uncertain trace of its victim. Again I felt the train thundering on through the burnt pine wastes of northern Minnesota. As I reclined there in my berth, I reflected upon the experience of the night, and often befuddled my sleepy head in an effort to understand how a train, pushing along at the rate of thirty miles an hour, could so grind and triturate a vital bulk, staining only trucks behind the engine, unless the killed at the fatal time were upon the truck or huddled closely by it 1 concluded, therefore, that the being destroyed under the train had been concealed near the bespattered fixtures of the car. I had read of death to tramps stealing rides by hiding themselves under or between cars, and finally I dismissed meditation - assured that another unfortunate itinerant had been carried out of existence. Horrible ! I shuddered and awoke - relieved to comprehend it all a dream.