I could see it like smoke, or with the white energy of boiling water, pouring in, not through the window, but through the joinings of the door.  It got thicker and thicker, till it seemed as if it became concentrated into a sort of pillar of cloud in the room, through the top of which I could see the light of the gas shining like a red eye.  Things began to whirl through my brain just as the cloudy column was now whirling in the room, and through it all came the scriptural words “a pillar of cloud by day and of fire by night.”  Was it indeed such spiritual guidance that was coming to me in my sleep?  But the pillar was composed of both the day and the night guiding, for the fire was in the red eye, which at the thought got a new fascination for me, till, as I looked, the fire divided, and seemed to shine on me through the fog like two red eyes, such as Lucy told me of in her momentary mental wandering when, on the cliff, the dying sunlight struck the windows of St. Mary’s Church.  Suddenly the horror burst upon me that it was thus that Jonathan had seen those awful women growing into reality through the whirling mist in the moonlight, and in my dream I must have fainted, for all became black darkness.  The last conscious effort which imagination made was to show me a livid white face bending over me out of the mist.

I must be careful of such dreams, for they would unseat one’s reason if there were too much of them.  I would get Dr. Van Helsing or Dr. Seward to prescribe something for me which would make me sleep, only that I fear to alarm them.  Such a dream at the present time would become woven into their fears for me.  Tonight I shall strive hard to sleep naturally.  If I do not, I shall tomorrow night get them to give me a dose of chloral, that cannot hurt me for once, and it will give me a good night’s sleep.  Last night tired me more than if I had not slept at all.

2 October 10 P.M.—­Last night I slept, but did not dream.  I must have slept soundly, for I was not waked by Jonathan coming to bed, but the sleep has not refreshed me, for today I feel terribly weak and spiritless.  I spent all yesterday trying to read, or lying down dozing.  In the afternoon, Mr. Renfield asked if he might see me.  Poor man, he was very gentle, and when I came away he kissed my hand and bade God bless me.  Some way it affected me much.  I am crying when I think of him.  This is a new weakness, of which I must be careful.  Jonathan would be miserable if he knew I had been crying.  He and the others were out till dinner time, and they all came in tired.  I did what I could to brighten them up, and I suppose that the effort did me good, for I forgot how tired I was.  After dinner they sent me to bed, and all went off to smoke together, as they said, but I knew that they wanted to tell each other of what had occurred to each during the day.  I could see from Jonathan’s manner that he had something important to communicate.