Did you dream it too, Aunt Selina, and you, Aunt Amelia?
I dreamed that you did, you know.' Aunt Selina looked at him and then at Aunt Amelia.

Then she said boldly-- 'What do you mean?
WE haven't been dreaming anything.

You must have dropped off in your chair.' The curate heaved a sigh of relief.
'Oh, if it's only _I_,' he said; 'if we'd all dreamed it I could never have believed it, never!' Afterwards Aunt Selina said to the other aunt-- 'Yes, I know it was an untruth, and I shall doubtless be punished for it in due course.

But I could see the poor dear fellow's brain giving way before my very eyes.

He couldn't have stood the strain of three dreams.
It WAS odd, wasn't it?
All three of us dreaming the same thing at the same moment.