John Cuningham, The Dream-God, or, A Singular Evolvement of Thought in Sleep
“ A glare disturbs the eye, and terrible sounds surround [11] them. Behold! the Pole is a large cylindrical aperture (miles in diameter) in our globe, down through which are seen the molten mass and fiery flame within the crust of earth! The watery billows, like a whirlpool, surge in loud roar around its circumferent shore, but enter not; and a column of heat ever rushes on the Arctic air.A cry of terror and awe escapes from the sleeper. He is conscious of it, but does not awake. The dream resumes. ”
