In my first tentative essay on the subject of dreams, which elicited so many letters from kindly correspondents, I ventured to remark that it was very rare indeed to dream of any incident in which oneself was not the central figure, the hero, so to say, of the drama. The responses of my correspondents have shown me that this is a remark that must greatly be modified, so many describe themselves as often being, in their dreams, in the attitude of spectators towards a drama that is being enacted before their eyes, or a story that is being told, in which they have no part. Yet in one or two of these cases I see that my correspondents say that after listening for a while as audience they gradually become drawn, after the inconsequent manner of dreams, into the drama, and forthwith play their part in it gallantly enough. A few instances will suffice for explanation and illustration. Sometimes the dreamers seem to have done a little of both at the same time, acting and looking on at once as though gifted with the apparent dual personality which we have seen to run through so much of the dream delusion. "It happens to me in dreams," one of my correspondents writes, "that I am reading a most thrilling and fascinating story, or partly reading and partly acting it.

These tales, each of which seems to me at the time to be 'the finest story in the world' I never seem to remember afterwards, or if I do remember parts of them I find them most extraordinarily feeble and inept. Fairy Gold!" (Alas, another mite of evidence to lay in the balance against the Kubla Khan and the rest) "I also, many years ago, had a most curious dream in which I found myself an elderly stout person answering to the name of 'Major,' and leading a hunt for a horse - thief in some foreign country. The curious part of it was, that though within the 'Major' I seemed to be rather a spectator behind the scenes of his being than the man himself." Most uncomfortable for the Major, one might imagine; but the experience is singularly interesting. Some will be inclined to see in it evidence of a dual personality again Credat Judaus! "Often," writes another, "in my dreams there is a whole vivid background of imaginary past, which I have not gone through the process of dreaming, so far as I know. Sometimes I dream a kind of story or drama, in which I often seem to be acting the part of one of the characters while sometimes at the same moment looking on in my own person as spectator, watching the story develop.

I never act in real life." This is the kind of dream experience that suggests, obviously enough, the dual personality. A similar account, interesting both in its points of likeness with this and differences from it, another correspondent contributes: "Often I dream a bit of a story, in which I am generally the hero or heroine (for though a woman in fact, at night I sometimes become a man; a warrior, a hero, or a monk) but sometimes I am not in the dream at all; and sometimes I begin by reading the story; I dream I see it printed in a book, and then by degrees the book vanishes, and the puppets live, myself among them, probably. I often know that it is a dream, and I sometimes dream that I know what is coming, because I have dreamt it before; which my waking memory does not confirm."