Moreover, such a persistent ground-feeling becomes reinforced by the images which it sustains in consciousness.

Hence a certain _crescendo_ character in our emotional dreams, or a gradual rise to some culminating point or climax.
This phase of dream can be illustrated from the experience of the same little girl.

When just five years old, she was staying at Hampstead, near a church which struck the hours somewhat loudly.

One morning she related the following dream to her father (I use her own language).

The biggest bells in the world were ringing; when this was over the earth and houses began to tumble to pieces; all the seas, rivers, and ponds flowed together, and covered all the land with black water, as deep as in the sea where the ships sail; people were drowned; she herself flew above the water, rising and falling, fearing to fall in; she then saw her mamma drowned, and at last flew home to tell her papa.