Mort's Dream-Picture
“It was a dream within a dream, I tell you, Charlie. I was asleep in my bed in the next room, and there I dreamed that I was visiting the Randolph’s over in Berkshire county. I thought I had been up pretty late, playing billiards with Cale Randolph and some of the boys. I remember distinctly scoring seventy-eight on a run—four-ball game. Well, I went to bed tired out, dreamed I did; fell asleep, and dreamed this which I call a dream within a dream.”
“Well, Mort,” said I, “the thing is not so extraordinary after all. It is a common enough psychological phenomenon.”
“I beg your pardon,” quoth Mort Amerman, satirically, “would you be good enough to reel me off a little of that last again, please? Say a couple of fathom or so.”
“None of your chaffing now!” laughed I, “but tell me what has all this Chinese dream-puzzle to do with the picture you promised to show me?”
“Much, O Sahib! for… Read More