The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
“You will say now, of course, that I dreamed; but not so. What I
saw—what I heard—what I felt—what I thought—had about it nothing
of the unmistakable idiosyncrasy of the dream. All was rigorously
self-consistent. At first, doubting that I was really awake, I
entered into a series of tests, which soon convinced me that I
really was. Now, when one dreams, and, in the dream, suspects
that he dreams, the suspicion never fails to confirm itself, and
the sleeper is almost immediately aroused. Thus Novalis errs not
in saying that ‘we are near waking when we dream that we dream.’
Had the vision occurred to me as I describe it, without my
suspecting it as a dream, then a dream it might absolutely have
been, but, occurring as it did, and suspected and tested as it
was, I am forced to class it among other phenomena.”
“In this I am not sure that you are wrong,” observed Dr.
Templeton, “but proceed. You arose and descended into the city.”
“I arose,” continued Bedloe, regarding the Doctor with an air of
profound astonishment “I arose, as you say, and descended into
the city. On my way I fell in with an immense populace, crowding
through every avenue, all in the same direction, and exhibiting
in every action the wildest excitement. Very suddenly, and by
some inconceivable impulse, I became intensely imbued with
personal interest in what was going on. I seemed to feel that I
had an important part to play, without exactly understanding what
it was. Against the crowd which environed me, however, I
experienced a deep sentiment of animosity. I shrank from amid
them, and, swiftly, by a circuitous path, reached and entered the
city. Here all was the wildest tumult and contention. A small
party of men, clad in garments half Indian, half European, and
officered by gentlemen in a uniform partly British, were engaged,
at great odds, with the swarming rabble of the alleys. I joined
the weaker party, arming myself with the weapons of a fallen
officer, and fighting I knew not whom with the nervous ferocity
of despair. We were soon overpowered by numbers, and driven to
seek refuge in a species of kiosk. Here we barricaded ourselves,
and, for the present were secure. From a loop-hole near the
summit of the kiosk, I perceived a vast crowd, in furious
agitation, surrounding and assaulting a gay palace that overhung
the river. Presently, from an upper window of this place, there
descended an effeminate-looking person, by means of a string made
of the turbans of his attendants. A boat was at hand, in which he
escaped to the opposite bank of the river.
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