"Six weeks after his death, my father appeared to me in a dream. Suddenly he stood before me and said that he was coming back from his holiday. He had made a good recovery and was now coming home. I thought he would be annoyed with me for having moved into his room. But not a bit of it! Nevertheless, I felt ashamed because I had imagined he was dead. Two days later the dream was repeated. My father had recovered and was coming home, and again I reproached myself because I knew he was dead, later I kept asking myself: “What does it mean that my father returns dreams and that he seems so real?” It was an unforgettable experience and it forced for the first time to think about life after death".
Carl G. Jung,
Memories, Dreams,
Reflections, 1963.
Carl G. Jung,
Memories, Dreams,
Reflections, 1963.
“I can but give an instance or so of what part is done sleeping and what part
awake…and to do this, I will first take…Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I had long been
trying to write a story on this subject. For two days I went about wracking my
brains for a plot of any sort, and on the second night I dreamed the scene at
the window and a scene afterward split in two, in which Hyde, pursued for some crime, took the powder and underwent the change in the presence of his pursuers.
All the rest was made awake, and consciously. Robert
Louis Stevenson, A Chapter on Dreams, 1892.
awake…and to do this, I will first take…Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I had long been
trying to write a story on this subject. For two days I went about wracking my
brains for a plot of any sort, and on the second night I dreamed the scene at
the window and a scene afterward split in two, in which Hyde, pursued for some crime, took the powder and underwent the change in the presence of his pursuers.
All the rest was made awake, and consciously. Robert
Louis Stevenson, A Chapter on Dreams, 1892.
[President Abraham Lincoln had this dream shortly before he was assassinated.] “About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when
I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible.
I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. It was light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it was stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, some gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. “Who is dead in the White House?” I demanded of one of the soldiers
“The President” was his answer; “he was killed by an assassin! Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which awoke me from my dream. ” Ward Hill Lamon, Recollections of Abraham Lincoln,
1847-1885, 1911.
I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible.
I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. It was light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it was stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, some gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. “Who is dead in the White House?” I demanded of one of the soldiers
“The President” was his answer; “he was killed by an assassin! Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which awoke me from my dream. ” Ward Hill Lamon, Recollections of Abraham Lincoln,
1847-1885, 1911.