The dream was so vivid that I awoke with a start of horror and aroused my brother, and was about to narrate to him my terrible dream, when, right in the doorway, with the same bruised face and ugly wound I had seen in my dream, stood S—gazing intently upon me. I nervously called my brother’s attention, but could not by any means persuade him to look where I directed. Only once, and that when he first woke up, did he cast his eyes toward the doorway. Fully two minutes the spectre-like figure stayed, then vanished, leaving my brother and myself sitting upright in bed conversing at the top of our voices. Our father in the adjoining room was disturbed by the commotion and came in to learn what the matter was. Being Informed he hooted the idea, and said it was nothing more than an unusual nightmare. Notwithstanding we did not sleep any more that night.
The next day we received a message to the effect that S—had become dizzy while stooping to drink from a spring, had staggered and fallen, striking his head upon a sharp stone, causing instant death. My mother hastened to his home to sympathize with his bereaved parent, and learned that the location and shape of the wound was identically the same as I had seen in my dream and also as I saw upon awaking. The agreement we had made to return after death occurred to me, and I knew that S—had kept his promise.”
From— Alexandria Gazette. (Alexandria. D.C.). 27 June 1889. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.
