…way in this manner, when I suddenly saw, stretched across our track, a white coffin which rose up on end, and shook off its lid, and disclosed to my startled eyes a man, clad from head to foot in red tights. Stepping out from his prison, he placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly, whereupon the scene once more changed and I found myself back again in the forest, sitting at the foot of a huge, black tree, with the red man opposite me. “You are fond of music? He said,” Then listen!” and placing a flute to his lips, he blew. The most ghastly, the most hellish of noises rang through the forest, and, ere my shocked senses had time to recover I found myself once again in motion — this time on my own legs — with all the trees, headed by the red man, in…

Dream about the fir tree or a spruce forest is an excellent omen. The appearance of fir tree in dreams usually clarifies the resulting prediction. The importance and quality of their foliage, their size or site where is located and how is surrounded, are criteria that help determine the prediction for the near future. Fir usually announces important events that happily changed circumstances of the dreamer. Also indicates peace in the heart and spirit. If in the dream the dreamer or another person cuts a fir tree, it is a clear warning that should control expenses and exercise caution in all economic matters.

Green or in blossom, symbolizes forgetfulness of sorrows past, joy, unexpected recreations. Overturned, burnt, or struck by lightning, represents vexation, fears, grief, and despair. Without flowers, the end of business. A blighted tree, foretells unexpected loss, abuse of confidence. In full bloom means joy and sweet satisfaction. Covered with fruits signifies riches. To be mounted in a large one, signifies power and dignity, good news. To cut one down, cruel evil and loss. To fall from one means loss of employment. To gather the fruit from an old one means legacy from aged people. To be changed into one, sickness.

…prospect of being now able to quench my thirst, I hastened to the pool, and, kneeling down, dipped my mouth in it. But alas! Try how I would, I couldn’t drink the water — every time I touched it with my lips it slipped away and I gulped at nothing. With a tin dipper, that I found lying close beside me, I tried to ladle the water out of the pool, but all to no purpose — ^the water was in the pool, and in the pool it meant to stay. At last, worn out with trying to coax the water into my mouth, and perceiving some luscious-looking plums growing on a tree nearby, I resolved to slake my thirst with them instead. But the moment I touched a plum it changed into a reel of cotton. One plum after another I touched, but there was no exception to the…