I was appalled at the thought of all the centuries having passed for naught. Not one step upward had been made. No nearer were the multitude to recognising their Saviour when He came in the form of living man. There seemed to be nothing to live for, if this were the end of the agonising toil of the ages. How sweet it was when I awoke to find it was but a dream, and that I was not in Christendom but in Limanora! I was alone, but there was the sense of comradeship around me. I found afterwards that the wise men of the medical caste had been electrising portions of my brain as I lay asleep. It was the beginning of my education, which was to go on even in sleep, moulding dreams that should modify my whole nature. Perhaps the most important part of the growth of the spirit is during the hours of rest, when the past or future may enter the vacant mind. My imagination had been sent out on its travels into my past and had found its way into the heart of Western ambitions and hypocrisies. Thus the wise men had perceived by their electric sense the dreams that had oppressed me, and they drew from them the master-sorrows of my past. Half of the success of education depends upon the most intimate knowledge of the history of the soul to be educated, a knowledge more intimate than the soul itself can have; else the educator will be alarmed and defeated by the surprises of survivals or resurrections. It is not the history of the mere incidents of life, of even spiritual life, from birth that is needed, but the unrecorded history of the mental and emotional tissues of a countless ancestry. And no annals could reveal this so well as the dream-flashes of the night. They are brief as the tremors of lightning, but they illuminate a midnight world, a glimpse of which is as great as an inspiration. “Night is the confessional of the unknown”; “Sleep unburies the dead”; “Dreams kaleidoscope the vanished past.” These are three of their world-old sayings, which were striking at first, but after I knew their exact science of somnology, became as commonplace to me as they were to the Limanorans. This science, like all their sciences, was practical and but the other side of an art; it was one of the most helpful auxiliaries of education. It had classified all types of dreams, and found the inner test of truth in them. Though seemingly capricious, to these medical wise men not a dream occurred but had its significance in the life of the individual. They could touch any section of the brain tissue into dream-activity during sleep by means of their magnetic and electric probes and stimulators; they could feel by their own electric sense all that was flashing through the corridors of sleep; and, with their electrographs could take an exact image of every portion of the dream.