He repeated his experiment every night, until he had a very nearly perfect command over sleep as far as regarded time, and could wake almost at any hour he desired. Then he took a forward step. While playing with his birds he said, "To-night I will dream of you." But the thought intervened that he had often dreamed of the birds and that to dream of them that night would not be very remarkable. So he said, "No, I will not dream of the birds that are living; I will dream of Golden Cloud." It was a long time now since Golden Cloud had been buried, but Dan had never forgotten his pet. When he went to bed he said, "I will dream of Golden Cloud--a pleasant dream." And he dwelt upon his wish, and expressed it in words, again and again. That night he dreamed of Golden Cloud, and of its pretty tricks; of its growing old and shaky; of its death and burial. Then he saw something that he had never seen before. He saw it lying quite contented and happy at the bottom of its flower-pot coffin, and when he chirruped to it, it chirruped in return. He told his dream to Joshua. "I have dreamed of Golden Cloud a good many times," said Joshua. "But I made up my mind especially to dream of Golden Cloud," said Dan, "and I dreamed of it the same night. At other times, my dreaming of it was not premeditated. It came in the usual way of dreams." "What do you want me to believe from all this Dan? "That, as the author of that book says, you can dream of any thing you wish. I scarcely dare believe that I shall be able to dream of what I shall most desire by and by. By and by, Jo," he repeatedly sadly, "when you and me are parted." Joshua threw his arms around Dan's neck. "And you are doing all this, dear Dan, because you want to dream of me?" "And because I want to be with you, Jo, and to see things that you see, and never, never to be parted from you." The wistful tears ran down Dan's cheek as he said these words. "It would be very wonderful," said Joshua; "almost too wonderful. And I shall think, 'Dan is here with me, although I cannot see him.'" "Listen again to what he says, Jo," said Dan, opening the "Triumph of Mind over Matter." "A person can so command and control his mental forces as to train himself to dream of events that are actually taking place at a distance from him, at the precise moment they occur." "And that is what you want to do when I am away, Dan." "That is what I want to do when you are away, dear Jo." "I am positive you can't do it." "Why? I dreamed of Golden Cloud when I wanted to." "I can understand that. But how did you dream of Golden Cloud, Dan? You dreamed of him as if he was alive"-- "At first I did; but afterwards I saw him in the flower-pot, dead." "And Golden Cloud chirruped to you?" "Yes, Jo." "Think again, Dan. Golden Cloud was dead, and Golden Cloud chirruped to you!" "Yes, Jo," faltered Dan, beginning to understand the drift of Joshua's remarks.