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This was glorious, for he felt he was exploring great matters; and it stopped by a lily carved in stone, which, most naturally, floated on the water. THIS WAS GLORIOUS FOR HE FELT HE WAS EXPLORING GREAT MATTERS AND IT STOPPED BY A LILY CARVED IN STONE WHICH MOST NATURALLY FLOATED ON THE WATER
 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. All those that he remembered began by the brushwood-pile. For instance, he found a small clockwork steamer (he had noticed it many nights before) lying by the sea-road, and stepped into it, whereupon it moved with surpassing swiftness over an absolutely level sea. 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 ALL THOSE THAT HE REMEMBERED BEGAN BY THE BRUSHWOOD PILE FOR INSTANCE HE FOUND A SMALL CLOCKWORK STEAMER HE HAD NOTICED IT MANY NIGHTS BEFORE LYING BY THE SEA ROAD AND STEPPED INTO IT WHEREUPON IT MOVED WITH SURPASSING SWIFTNESS OVER AN ABSOLUTELY LEVEL SEA
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