so, since your experience is exactly that of so many others under the same circumstances.”
Laurie moved uncomfortably in his chair.
“I don’t quite understand,” he said sharply. “You mean it was not a dream?”
“Certainly not. At least, not a dream in the ordinary sense. It was an actual experience.”
“But—but I was asleep.”
“Certainly. That is one of the usual conditions—an almost indispensable condition, in fact. The objective self—I mean the ordinary workaday faculties—was lulled; and your subjective self—call it what you like—but it is your real self, the essential self that survives death—this self, simply went through the inner door, and—and saw what was to be seen.”
Laurie looked at