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Another instance of dream projection, with an unexpected repercussion on the waking life of the dreamer, has many times been recounted.
Mrs. Butler, who at the time was living in Ireland with her husband, dreamed, in 1891, that she found herself in a house that seemed to satisfy her every requirement and to include every comfort that she could desire. She moved about it freely, went from room to room, noting their aspects and furnishing, even to the colour of the decoration and the position of the doors. She seemed aware that it was occupied, but was unconscious of its occupants. The dream made a very deep impression and was frequently repeated; each time as a living adventure, and not as a mere unvarying transcription, and there was little in the house which she did not know as well as if she had lived there.
Next year the Butlers, having moved to London, read an advertisement of a house in Hampshire which they thought would suit them, but feared there must be some hidden defect to account for its low price. They went to see it and, at the gatekeeper's lodge, Mrs. Butler exclaimed: "Why, this is the house of my dreams!" So well was it remembered that, while being shown over it, she remarked on the existence of a door which she could not recall, only to learn that it had been introduced during the last six months. That seemed evidential; but far more impressive was the housekeeper's recoil from Mrs. Butler, and her startled cry: "Why, you are the ghost!" And she was, or rather had been; the Butlers learning later from the agent that the low price of the house was due to its reputation of being haunted.
Mrs. Butler was the "haunt". She must have been distressed to have played, even unwittingly, so "shady" a part in the business!
Mrs. Butler, who at the time was living in Ireland with her husband, dreamed, in 1891, that she found herself in a house that seemed to satisfy her every requirement and to include every comfort that she could desire. She moved about it freely, went from room to room, noting their aspects and furnishing, even to the colour of the decoration and the position of the doors. She seemed aware that it was occupied, but was unconscious of its occupants. The dream made a very deep impression and was frequently repeated; each time as a living adventure, and not as a mere unvarying transcription, and there was little in the house which she did not know as well as if she had lived there.
Next year the Butlers, having moved to London, read an advertisement of a house in Hampshire which they thought would suit them, but feared there must be some hidden defect to account for its low price. They went to see it and, at the gatekeeper's lodge, Mrs. Butler exclaimed: "Why, this is the house of my dreams!" So well was it remembered that, while being shown over it, she remarked on the existence of a door which she could not recall, only to learn that it had been introduced during the last six months. That seemed evidential; but far more impressive was the housekeeper's recoil from Mrs. Butler, and her startled cry: "Why, you are the ghost!" And she was, or rather had been; the Butlers learning later from the agent that the low price of the house was due to its reputation of being haunted.
Mrs. Butler was the "haunt". She must have been distressed to have played, even unwittingly, so "shady" a part in the business!
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