Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 February 1875 — A Singular Dream. [ARTICLE]
A Singular Dream.
Psychological wonders being the order of the day, a somewhat remarkable dream which visited one of our citizens, Mr. William Peasley, the other night; will be appropriate reading. It seems that, just before retiring for the night, Mr. Peasley’s attention was attracted to his cat, which marched in the house with the side of her head all battered and bleeding, as if she had narrowly escaped a premature death at the hands of a sausage-maker, or been in a serenading matinee where the belligerent tendencies of the participants overpowered their love for music. Mr. P., however, did not borrow any unnecessary trouble on behalf of the gory feline and retired with a clear conscience and the hope of slumbers undisturbed. But the god of dreams soon had possession of his senses, and in fancy he saw one of his horses lying on the floor in its stall, having apparently thrown itself, with its forelegs fastened under a partition, endeavoring in vain to free itself and seeming in great distress. The dreamer now saw the cat enter the stall and pass neartha horse, which administered it a violent kick on the side of the head, covering it with blood. Mr. Peasley awoke after this dream with such a vivid impression of it on his mind that it seemed almost a reality. He endeavored to banish it from his thoughts and turned over for another snooze, but found himself so nervous and uneasy that he courted sleep in vain. Just to satisfy an almost irresistible curiosity and set his mind at rest, be at last concluded to visit the stable where his horse was kept. He accordingly arose, dressed himself, and went to the stall, when he found the animal in exactly the situation pictured in his dream, its leg being tightly wedged in under the partition and the horse having badly injured itself in its strenuous exertions to extricate its limbs. Mr. Peasley soon succeeded in freeing it and getting it on its feet, else its struggles might have ended in death.—Muscatine {lowa) Journal.
