Apparitions; Dreams; Occultism -- Early works to 1900; Parapsychology -- Early works to 1900
The count, during his confinement, had a frightful dream, which he thus
relates: “One night, while I was asleep, the clock of the Palais de
Justice struck twelve, and awoke me. I heard the gate open to relieve
the sentry, but I fell asleep again immediately. In this sleep I dreamed
that I was standing in the Rue St. Honoré, at the corner of the Rue de
l’Echelle. A melancholy darkness spread around me; all was still.
Nevertheless a low and uncertain sound soon arose. All of a sudden I
perceived, at the bottom of the street, and advancing towards me, a
troop of cavalry; the men and horses, however, all flayed. The men held
torches in their hands, the flames of which illumined faces without
skin, and with bloody muscles. Their hollow eyes rolled fearfully in
their large sockets; their mouths opened from ear to ear, and helmets of
hanging flesh covered their hideous heads. The horses dragged along
their own skins in the kennels, which overflowed with blood on both
sides. Pale and dishevelled women appeared and disappeared alternately
at the windows in dismal silence; low inarticulate groans filled the
air, and I remained in the street alone, petrified with horror and
deprived of strength sufficient to seek my safety by flight. This
horrible troop continued passing in rapid gallop, and casting frightful
looks on me. Their march, I thought, continued for five hours, and they
were followed by an immense number of artillery waggons, full of
bleeding corpses, whose limbs still quivered. A disgusting smell of
blood and bitumen almost choked me. At length the iron gate of the
prison, shutting with great force, awoke me again. I made my repeater
strike,—it was no more than midnight, so that the horrible
phantasmagoria had lasted no more than _ten minutes_; that is to say,
the time necessary for relieving the sentry and shutting the gate. The
cold was severe and the watchword short. The next day the turnkey
confirmed my calculations. I nevertheless do not remember one single
event in my life, the duration of which I have been able more exactly to
calculate.”
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