That's a part of a man's experience in this world, and it happens to most of us, not once, but repeatedly.

It's a case where the wish fathers the dream." "Well it hasn't happened to me 'on repeated occasions,' but it did one night, and by dawn I was converted.

How CAN a dream be so real, Doc?
How could I see as clearly as I ever saw in the daytime in my most alert moment, hear every step and garment rustle, scent the perfume of hair, and feel warm breath strike my face?
I don't understand it!" "Neither does any one else! All you need say is that your dream was real as life.

Go on!" "I built a new cabin and pretty well overturned the place and I've been making furniture I thought a woman would like, and carrying things from town ever since." "Gee! It was reality to you, lad!" "Nothing ever more so," said the Harvester.
"And of course, you have been looking for her ?" "And this morning I saw her!" "David!" "Not the ghost of a chance for a mistake.

Her height, her eyes, her hair, her walk, her face; only something terrible has happened since she came to me.