And if you're mad, there might be a dream-asylum where you'd be kindly treated, and in time restored, cured, to your sorrowing relatives.

It is very hard to see your duty plainly, even in ordinary life, and these dream-circumstances are so complicated--' 'If it's a dream,' said Robert, 'you will wake up directly, and then you'd be sorry if you'd sent us into a dream-asylum, because you might never get into the same dream again and let us out, and so we might stay there for ever, and then what about our sorrowing relatives who aren't in the dreams at all ?' But all the curate could now say was, 'Oh, my head!' And Jane and Robert felt quite ill with helplessness and hopelessness.

A really conscientious curate is a very difficult thing to manage.
And then, just as the hopelessness and the helplessness were getting to be almost more than they could bear, the two children suddenly felt that extraordinary shrinking feeling that you always have when you are just going to vanish.

And the next moment they had vanished, and the Reverend Septimus was left alone with his aunts.
'I knew it was a dream,' he cried, wildly.

'I've had something like it before.