This tragedy, with its almost Elizabethan air, was built up out of a few
commonplace impressions received during the previous day, none of which
impressions contained any suggestion of murder. The tragic element appears
to have been altogether due to the psychic influences of indigestion
arising from a supper of pheasant.[92] To account for our oppression
during sleep, sleeping consciousness assumes moral causes, which alone
appear to it of sufficient gravity to be adequate to the immense emotions
we are experiencing. Even in our waking and fully conscious states we
are inclined to give the preference to moral over physical causes, quite
irrespective of the justice of our preferences; in our sleeping states
this tendency is exaggerated, and the reign of purely moral causes is not
often disturbed by even a suggestion of physical causation.
In an emotional dream of similar visceral origin, I dreamed that I was to
die--why or how I could not tell on awakening. With the object of putting
an end to my sufferings, I imagined that my wife administered to me some
substance mixed in jam. I found the taste peculiar, not bitter, as I
recalled on awaking, but warm and spicy, and I asked what she had put in
it. She replied that it was strychnine. I remarked that that would be a
very painful mode of death, and refused to take any more. I debated with
myself whether I had probably taken a poisonous dose, and had not better
resort to an antidote; the only antidote that suggested itself to me was
opium pills. Meanwhile the horror of impending death grew more and more
acute until, at length, I awoke. I thereupon found that I had a headache,
a faint taste in my mouth, and some general malaise evidently associated
with a slightly disordered stomach. The definite images brought forward in
the dream had all been fairly familiar during the previous day, but the
idea of impending death which pervaded the whole dream so indefinitely and
incoherently, yet so acutely, was entirely a theory to account for the
massive and widely irradiated messages of discomfort which reached the
sleeping brain.
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