Edgar Allan Poe,
Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination…
(1935)
“ When Nature could endure wakefulness no longer, it was with a struggle that I consented to sleep—for I shuddered to reflect that, upon awaking, I might find myself the tenant of a grave. And when, finally, I sank into slumber, it was only to rush at once into a world of phantasms, above which, with vast, sable, overshadowing wings, hovered, predominant, the one sepulchral Idea. From the innumerable images of gloom which thus oppressed me in dreams, I select for record but a solitary vision, Methought I was immersed in a cataleptic trance of more than usual duration and profundity. ”
