Dreams and Realities

WHEN I was a small child, I suffered terribly from horrible dreams; so much so that I actually dreaded going to bed at night.

This miserable state of mind continued for several years, but gradually my sufferings were alleviated to a considerable extent, because, although my dreams were still replete with terror, I had a vague underlying consciousness that they were but dreams and not realities. In proportion as the dream horror grew in intensity did my struggles to rouse myself increase, until, just as a climax was about to be reached, I would wake to the blessed realization that I was safe and sound in my own bed, and surrounded by those I loved.

Naturally as the knowledge grew upon me that I had the power to banish these false claims by simply rousing myself to wakefulness, the dread of bad dreams vanished from my mind, and thereafter my sleep was peaceful and undisturbed.

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Our Ark
August 15, 1901

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