Extraordinary Double Dream Without Any Corresponding Event





The late Reverend Mr. Joseph Wilkins, a dissenting clergyman, at

Weymouth, in Dorsetshire, had the following remarkable dream, which is

copied verbatim from a short account of his life.



"One night, soon after I was in bed, I fell asleep, and dreamed I was

going to London. I thought it would not be much out of my way to go

through Gloucestershire, and call upon my friends there. Accordingly, I

set out; but remember nothing that happened by the way, till I came to

my father's house, when I went to the fore door and tried to open it,

but found it fast; then I went to our back door, which I opened and went

in: but finding all the family were in bed, I went across the rooms

only, and walked up stairs, entered the room where my father and mother

were in bed, and as I passed by the side of the bed in which my father

lay, I found him asleep, or thought he was so; then I went to the other

side, and as I just turned the foot of the bed, I found my mother awake,

to whom I said these words, 'Mother, I am going a long journey, and am

come to bid you good-bye;' upon which she answered me in a fright--'O!

dear son, thee art dead!' with which I awoke, and took no notice of it

more than a common dream, only it appeared to me very perfect, as

sometimes dreams will. But, in a few days after, as soon as a letter

could reach me, I received one by the post from my father; upon the

receipt of which I was a little surprised, and concluded something

extraordinary must have happened, as it was but a little before I had

had a letter from my friends, and all were well: but, upon opening it, I

was still more surprised; for my father addressed me as though I was

dead, desiring me, if alive, or whose ever hands the letter might fall

into, to write immediately. But, if the letter found me living, they

concluded I should not live long, and gave this as a reason for their

fears--That on such a night (naming it), after they were in bed, my

father asleep and my mother awake, she heard somebody try to open the

fore door, but finding it fast, he went to the back door, which he

opened, and came in, and went directly through the room up stairs, and

she perfectly knew it to be my step, come to her bed-side, and spoke to

her these words, 'Mother, I am going a long journey, and am come to bid

you good-bye,' upon which she answered in a fright, 'O! dear son, thee

art dead!' (which were the very circumstances and words of my dream);

but she heard nothing more, she saw nothing (neither did I in my dream,

as it was all dark). Upon this she awoke my father, and told him what

had passed, but he endeavoured to appease her, persuading her it was

only a dream; but she insisted on it, it was no dream, for that she was

as perfectly awake as ever, and had not had the least inclination to

sleep since she had been in bed (from which I am apt to think it was at

the very same instant with my dream, though the distance between us

was about one hundred miles, but of this I cannot speak positively).

This affair happened whilst I was at the academy at Ottery, in the

county of Devon, and I believe in the year 1754; and at this distance

every circumstance is very fresh in my mind. I have since had frequent

opportunities of talking over the affair with my mother, and the whole

circumstance was as fresh upon her mind as it was upon mine. I have

often thought that her sensation as to this matter was stronger than

mine; and, what some may think strange, I cannot remember any thing

remarkable happened thereon; and that this is only a plain simple

narrative of matter of fact."



The above relation must convince credulous people how necessary it is,

not to place implicit confidence in dreams, or suffer them to make too

great an impression on the mind, as they are most frequently merely the

result of our waking thoughts.





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