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All those that he remembered began by the brushwood pile. ALL THOSE THAT HE REMEMBERED BEGAN BY THE BRUSHWOOD PILE
e, for behind him he felt was the wide-awake, sultry world. He reached the lamp in safety, tingling with drowsiness, when a policeman—a common country policeman—sprang up before him and touched him on the shoulder ere he could dive into the dim valley below. He was filled with terror,—the hopeless terror of dreams,—for the policeman said, in the awful, distinct voice of dream-people, “I am Policeman Day coming back from the City of Sleep. You come with me.” Georgie knew it was true—that just beyond him in the valley lay the lights of the City of Sleep, where he would have been sheltered, and that this Policeman-Thing had full power and authority to head him back to miserable wakefulness. He found himself looking at the moonlight on the wall, dripping with fright; and he never overcame that horror, though he met the Policeman several times that hot weather, and his coming was the forerunner of a bad night. But other dreams—perfectly absurd ones—filled him with an incommunicable delight.  HURRIED ALONG TO THE RIDGE FOR BEHIND HIM HE FELT WAS THE WIDE AWAKE SULTRY WORLD HE REACHED THE LAMP IN SAFETY TINGLING WITH DROWSINESS WHEN A POLICEMAN A COMMON COUNTRY POLICEMAN SPRANG UP BEFORE HIM AND TOUCHED HIM ON THE SHOULDER ERE HE COULD DIVE INTO THE DIM VALLEY BELOW HE WAS FILLED WITH TERROR THE HOPELESS TERROR OF DREAMS FOR THE POLICEMAN SAID IN THE AWFUL DISTINCT VOICE OF DREAM PEOPLE I AM POLICEMAN DAY COMING BACK FROM THE CITY OF SLEEP YOU COME WITH ME GEORGIE KNEW IT WAS TRUE THAT JUST BEYOND HIM IN THE VALLEY LAY THE LIGHTS OF THE CITY ASLEEP WHERE HE WOULD HAVE BEEN SHELTERED AND THAT THIS POLICEMAN THING HAD FULL POWER AND AUTHORITY TO HEAD HIM BACK TO MISERABLE WAKEFULNESS HE FOUND HIMSELF LOOKING AT THE MOONLIGHT ON THE WALL DRIPPING WITH FRIGHT AND HE NEVER OVERCAME THAT HORROR THOUGH HE MET THE POLICEMAN SEVERAL TIMES THAT HOT WEATHER AND HIS COMING WAS THE FORERUNNER OF A BAD NIGHT BUT OTHER DREAMS PERFECTLY ABSURD ONES FILLED HIM WITH AN INCOMMUNICABLE DELIGHT
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