…with suspense and trepidation. Though I had not as yet seen it, the face of the huntsman was what I feared most. It is the faces always the faces of these grotesque-looking individuals in my dreamland that are so alarming. As minute after minute passed and still he did not turn round, my anticipation at length grew to such a pitch that, unable to restrain myself any longer, I shrieked to heaven for pity; upon which he swung round and his countenance was fully revealed. So strong were the moonbeams far stronger than they are in actuality that every feature in his face stood out as clearly as if I had seen them through a magnifying-glass. The nose was hawk-like, prominent and curved, the chin long and pointed, the eyebrows black and slanting; and the eyes God help me! only a lurid, Satanic…
Dream dictionary: dreamland dream meanings
Some time ago I dreamed I left my body, and, after travelling at a great rate through the still night air, arrived at the sphere I designate phantomania. The spot where I settled down was a lonely railway cutting, and I at once remarked on the loud moaning and sighing of the wind through the telegraph wires, and the curious jar, jar, jar of the iron railroad; and the metals which grew less and less like ordinary metals the longer I looked at them, suddenly became imbued with life, and, rising on end, rushed blindly hither and thither and then lay down again. Presently I heard whistle of an approaching train. Nearer, nearer, and nearer it came, and as it whizzed past me all the passengers put their heads out of the windows simultaneously, and burst into peal upon peal of mad, hilarious laughter. There was then a…
One night, as far back as 1894, 1 dreamed I was in a desert in Phantomnia, and that bounding towards me from a distance, came a white kangaroo decorated with large, brown spots that looked as if they had been recently painted, and which imparted to it a wooden appearance. It came right up to me, and eyeing me in the friendliest manner possible, said, “Have you seen my mother?” “No!” I replied, “I have not seen anyone here for the last two years, because it is fully that time since I visited these parts. What is she like?” The kangaroo was greatly perplexed. “Why,” he said, “To tell you the truth I haven’t the slightest idea. I thought, perhaps, you might know; but, of course; since you have been absent for so long, it is very obvious you are the last person I should have asked. Good-bye.”…
…Dog-dreams, as may be supposed, are very general. There are probably few people who have not dreamed them. But as there are many kinds of dogs, and each species in dreamland conveys a separate meaning, I can only signal out a few for interpretation.Briefly, then:Boarhounds in dreams presage riding accidents or accidents at sea; bloodhounds, serious reverses; collies, the breaking of friendships through deceit and treachery; dachshunds, unexpected rencontres with friends; greyhounds; illnesses or deaths; foxhounds, tidings from unexpected quarters; mastiffs, danger from fire; Pomeranians, danger from robbers, burglars, and street ruffians; spaniels, the breaking off of engagements, and disappointments in general; terriers, petty successes or quarrels.Among the many dog dreams that have been narrated to me, the following are, perhaps, the most noteworthy. A lady I met some few years ago dreamed she was walking down Bond Street, when a greyhound suddenly leaped from off the roof of…
…Bees in dreams foretell good fortune, very often in love affairs, work, or money. Prior to inheriting an unexpected fortune, I have known instances where people have dreamed of swarms of bees buzzing around them; and I well recollect, before my engagement, dreaming I saw myriads of bees trying to get in at my bedroom window. It was a beautiful sight, for their wings and the yellow markings of their bodies sparkled and flashed in the rays of a typical dreamland sun….
…The flying-dream is, I believe, more common to people with the psychic faculty and artistic temperament than to others. I have sounded many artists and writers on the subject, and they tell me that they often dream they are flying, but seldom, if ever, with wings. I know the sensation well, for I frequently experience it in dreamland. Maybe, as I am walking along a road, I suddenly feel I can fly. I give a jump, and the next moment am moving through the air, a yard or so from the ground, with both feet close together. It is a most enjoyable sensation, and I am so entranced that I keep saying to myself: “It is real this time. I am not dreaming. I can fly at last.” I sometimes fancy I am in a room full of people, who naturally express the greatest incredulity when I tell them…
…To dream of travelling by sea signifies unexpected news, an invitation, and a visit from a stranger. To dream of travelling by land portends minor worries and losses.Who has not dreamed that they have been rushing to the railway station that they have missed their train, or that they have got into the wrong train, which proved to be a non-stop to goodness knows where? Or that they have got into the train without a ticket, or without their friends, or without their luggage; or that they have seen their friends go sailing away in the wrong train, and they themselves stranded in some strangely unfamiliar and impossible place? Indeed, everything goes wrong in travelling in dreamland, and when we awake with our brain in a swirl, we are for the moment conscious only that we are lost, and that we will never see our home and relatives…
…OUT OF THE ORDINARY DREAMS I have often questioned those who have been born blind as to their dreams. They can, of course, only judge of dreamland by the impression it conveys to their senses of smell, hearing and feeling. One blind man, a musician, told me he had most of the ordinary dreams, such as those of falling, flying, and drowning. “But” he added, “My most common dream is to imagine I can see, and when I awake and find I am still blind, totally blind, the dis- illusion is most cruel. I invariably have this dream before a severe cold in my head. Before financial worries, I have dreamed I am being chased from room to room in a big, empty castle by something that is not a human being, something I have never met in real life but which I can only presume must be a…
…Most writers and artists live in dreamland. In their hours of wakefulness, Phantasmagoria comes to them; in their hours of sleep they go to Phantasmagoria. Pursued and pursuing, in bed, at work or at play, they are never free from fantasies. In my novels my imagination runs riot, I make no attempt to suppress it. I write of the fantastic the weird, the occult; for at night I move, I breathe, I think in phantom land. So often have I visited this same phantom land that I have made a map of it, naming its isles, seas, mountains, lakes, forests, rivers, and plains. With many of the smaller landmarks, too, I am familiar, and I know what each turn and twist of certain roads have in store for me. Everything is portrayed to me so vividly that I believe my spiritual body, separating itself from my material body, actually…
…I dreamed one night I left my material body, which I saw lying stretched before me on the bed, and that after patting it affectionately on the head; I mounted the window-sill and dived head first into the blackness of the night. Down, down, down I went, the cold air whistling and humming about my ears till I thought the drums would burst.Down, down, eternally down, till all became hushed and silent as the grave, and I perceived to my amazement that the earth was fast disappearing in the distance, and that I was rapidly approaching one of the other planets. Dropping gently, I alighted on a tiny hillock, and discovered I was on an islet that lay in the midst of a sparkling, amethyst ocean. All around me were flowers; pink and white roses, pansies, forget-me-nots, carnations, and many others known only in Dreamland. A breeze, laden with…