hwacop.blogg.se - The Dream-god, or A Singular Evolvement of Thought in Sleep by John Cunningham

Cunningham, John: History of the Cunningham Family: Descendants of John Cunningham and His Wife, Elizabeth, Who Emigrated to America From the Scotch settlement in the North of Ireland About the Year 1748 (revised Williamsport, PA: Press of Cunningham and Co., 1930), also by Francis Cunningham, Robert Cunningham, Frances Cunningham Harper, Francis Alexander Cunningham, and Fern Hubbird Bain (page images at HathiTrust).

Curving in a wide ocean-sweep northward, and moving with lightning-speed, they perceived, although having a full sense of comfort, varying currents of icy gales and warm breezes and from their transparent height saw beneath them the dark, girdling strata of cyclone hurricanes, or sheeny, swathe-clouds of crystal congelations or, within their extended girdles, broad, oval areas of clear-rolling sea, and far down, by a peculiar dim lighting of its depths, the plains, hills and vales it immersed, and the myriad tribes of the deep in their amazing animate forms.John Cunningham | The Online Books Page The Online Books Page

The aerial voyageurs were, as if in a moment, hovering in a slow, scrutinizing flight over Charleston, with stars above, and looking as upon stars below and in front, athwart the ocean, a long line of light, gleaming from a newly-risen moon, invited their quickened pinions into the illimitable spaces over the far-bounded deep. Mortal.-“I wish to have a birdseye view of Charleston, (once my home,) by gas-light and then toward the Arctic Pole.” Thus assured, the somnipathist crept gently out, headway, from his “mortal coil,” glided over the headboard of his bedstead, glanced back upon his sleeping frame in his very image, then sprang lithely to the sill of the window, where the sash had already been thrown up by the Morpheus, and finding himself equipped with needed dress and wings, soared with his companion into the air. I will restore you in due time to your body and I will prepare you for our adventures as I am prepared.” Sleeper.-“But I fear that before my return my friends may see and regard my inanimate body as dead, and bury it.” The Immortal replied, “You must leave your body here your spiritual being can accompany me.” The sleeper with surprise inquired, “How can I go with this stricken and impotent body?”

A being in the form of a handsome and matured man, full of esprit, in a white and easy-fitting garment, with bright, broad and sweeping wings coming out from each side of his back below the shoulders, appeared to the patient at his bedside, and announced to him that he was the Spirit of Morphine, of a heavenly and immortal nature, and that he had come to carry him on an aerial voyage over many parts of the world to show him many attractive regions and things, to introduce him to various races, royal personages, distinguished celebrities, etc. The sleep was serene, the mind active, and the dream promptly and vividly supervened.