Show impressions OP OF OTHER LIVES of ouch stuff it Is possible dreams dreama are made of I 1 think very tory often our dreams di earns are a jumble of oc ideas that wo we have in hp lin and that dreaming is largely a kind hind of cf free play of what ft hat I 1 haac caller calle ancestral memory wo we dream of things which we have never experienced in our waking mo me ments I 1 remember a very realistic bream earn it was a battle and I 1 was it ic a regiment legi ment of cavalry that received an order to charge the whole acene Is vividly before me as I 1 write and were I 1 an artist I 1 coal could ld sketch the face of a man who rode by ray my side I 1 can feel the throb of eagerness the thudding ol of the horses loots in th the mad rush as we quickened our pace to get to closer quarters qu aiters with thos thoat we were pursuing suddenly the squadron of 0 men in front oli opened ened wheeling heeling oft off to tho the right and left and wo we were nere looking into the lion iron throats of a masked battery they opened fire upon us a moment after the car sp liti 9 tb thunder under and I 1 was in a bell of benoir lust dust blood and metal overy every piece seemed to sins sing a war chant of its aws then I 1 awoke and I 1 was shouting god 1 I never knew it tas as anything like this here surely Is something experienced perien ced by an auces ancestor tor which has descended horn from generation genei atlon to generation and taken its place in my collection of impressions nineteenth century |