This was with half my consciousness--with the other half I was perfectly aware of the actual room, of Trenchard, the creaking cradle and the rest.
Then the forest that had been on the hills seemed to draw closer to the house.

I felt that it had invaded the garden and that its very branches were rubbing against the windows.

With all of this I was aware that I was imagining some occurrence that I had already seen, that was not, in any way, new to me, I was assured of the next event.
When we, all of us, Marie Ivanovna, Semyonov, Nikitin and the rest, were ready we should move out into the forest, would stand, a vast company, with our dogs and horses....
Why, it was Trenchard's dream that I was seeing! I was merely repeating to myself his own imaginations--and with that I had suddenly, as though some one had hypnotised me, fallen back into a heavy dreamless sleep.

It was already midday when I was wakened by little Andrey Vassilievitch, who, sitting on my bed and evidently in a state of the very greatest excitement, informed me that Dr.Semyonov and the Sisters Marie Ivanovna and Anna Petrovna had arrived from -- --, and that we might be off at any moment.

I was aware, as he spoke, of a great stir beyond the window and saw, passing up through the valley, a flood of soldiers, infantry, cavalry, kitchens with clumsy black funnels bobbing on their unsteady wheels, cannon, hundreds of carts; the soldiers came up through our own garden treading down the cabbages, stopping at the well near our door and filling their tin kettles, tramping up the road, spreading, like smoke, in the far distance, up the high road that led into the furthest forest.
"They say--to-night--for certain," said Andrey Vassilievitch, his fat hand trembling on my bed.