He calls a few times continually talking about his pains. One day he states that he has about made up his mind to quit. But next day he returns and brings me a lengthy written document: “You have asked me repeatedly about my dreams. I have written down my last night’s dreams. I always dream a lot and my dreams are always lively and about like those of last night. I have also brought along my true confessions to let you know what I really am. You will see from the confession of my life history what brought about my illness. I see I cannot get along any more trying to keep it all to myself. Let the truth come out.” I am now giving this life history as it was presented to me in writing, following it up with the dream report. _The Story of My Illness and My Biography_ I lived in the parental home up to my 4th year and then I was taken in charge by my mother’s people. My father’s business compelled him to be away from home for months, sometimes for a whole year at a stretch. My grandparents brought me up with much tenderness, and as they were very religious, my education was also based on piety. They lived in a very prettily situated village, an old, lovely resort place. The river flowing nearby was naturally the meeting place for us children. On account of the danger of drowning I was an object of great concern to my grandparents, so that they tried to keep me close to them as much as possible. I went with them to church daily, visited with them, usually at the homes of elderly people where the conversation was almost exclusively about religious matters, and on every occasion it was drilled into me under the most terrible threats and admonitions to pray and be good. I heard numerous stories of deeds and miracles attributed to the Holy Mother and I was shown the places where some of these took place in the neighborhood. Then I returned to mother. Soon afterwards I went to school. Sister taught me the primer and soon I was able to go through my favorite book, an old large copy of the Bible, whereas formerly I depended on questioning others. Frequently I gave up all games preferring to sit in a corner poring over my Bible. It is customary in the country to undergo a public examination in the church every half year. My sister two and one half years older than I prepared herself for that event for some time because she did not learn easily. I followed her study carefully and was able to recite everything as well as she. The examination came up at the church and no one could answer a certain question. But I knew the answer, because it was part of sister’s lesson, made signs, the vicar asked me and I surprised everybody by giving the correct answer. It was the prayer, “Our Father.” My folks admired me for it, gave me presents and said: “Boy, you will grow up to be a fine man.” This praise touched me very deeply.