 Strange and mysterious though our dreams may seem, it is usually possible to relate them to our past life. But there are some dreams which are not so easily explained. Consider, for example, the dream of Mrs. Wilkie. A dream whose meaning could be unfolded only by the events of the future. It was on a summer night in the year 1855 that Mrs. Wilkie saw the name in her dream, the odd and unfamiliar name. Her husband, Mr. Frank B. Wilkie, lays sleeping in an adjacent bed. Frank? Frank, wake up. Yes? What is it? Do we know anybody named Edsel or maybe it was Isdale? Yes, I think that was Edsel. Good Lord dear, of course not. What's the matter with you anyway? I just woke up a few moments ago and I had that name in my mind. I dreamed about it. And for that you wake me up. But it was such a vivid dream, Frank. God, it was so horrible. I was hoping... Don't tell me about it now, please. I want to get back to sleep. And with that, Mr. Wilkie rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. But on the following morning, when they sat at the breakfast table together, Mr. Wilkie raised his head from the newspaper he was reading and inquired in a curious tone. What was that name you asked me about last night, dear? Isdale or something like that? One of these things. There was a man named Edsel Dale. There's a story about him on the first page. He lives in Night Park. What was this dream of yours anyway? I was walking along the lakeshore and all of a sudden I saw a big box lying on the beach. I went up to it and it was a coffin. And on it there was a name, that name. I could see it just as plainly as I can see you right now. You were quite sure you never heard of him before? I'm absolutely sure, Frank. But I guess I must have read about him in the paper yesterday. That must be the explanation. It couldn't be, dear. There was no reason for the paper to mention him yesterday. You see, it was just last night that he disappeared from home. For four days after that, no trace of William E. Esdale was found. And now then, during those days, Mr. and Mrs. Wilkie would glance at each other and in the eyes of each would be the same troubled expression, the same hint of fear. But on the evening of the fifth day, when Mr. Wilkie returned home from the office, his first words were, Well, dear, they finally found this chap, Esdale. Oh, Frank, I'm so glad. Ever since I had that silly dream, I've been afraid that... Well, you know. Yes, I know. But they didn't find him alive, dear. He'd been dead for several days. Frank, where was his body? It was lying on the sand down at the lake shore. It would be easy to argue that Mrs. Wilkie had seen the name Esdale some time prior to her dream and had forgotten it. But why she should have dreamed of it on the very night the stranger died and how it was that she saw his coffin in the very spot where his body was later found. These are questions which are not so readily answered. They comprise a mystery to which no key has ever been discovered. A mystery. Incredible but true.