Wilkie Collins' "The Dream Woman" is from his "The Queen of Hearts" which has many short stories that 3 brothers tell and this is Brother Morgan's short story. I had heard an old time radio version and found it similar but quite different. This is a supernatural story with many unanswered questions and non conclusive ending.
Story in short- A doctor tells about hearing about a man who is afraid of his dreams.
I didn't not read this edition but from a Delphi collection of his works.
I re-Read this August 24, 2022. I stand by the same review.
“I don’t think you will like this story, miss,” he began, addressing Jessie, “but I shall read it, nevertheless, with the greatest pleasure. It begins in a stable — it gropes its way through a dream — it keeps company with a hostler — and it stops without an end. What do you think of that?”
“Well, then, you must wake up Isaac.” “Wake up Isaac!” I repeated; “that sounds rather odd. Do your hostlers go to bed in the daytime?” “This one does,” said the landlord, smiling to himself in rather a strange way. “And dreams too,” added the waiter; “I shan’t forget the turn it gave me the first time I heard him.”
"The landlord’s manner and the waiter’s manner expressed a great deal more than they either of them said. I began to suspect that I might be on the trace of something professionally interesting to me as a medical man, and I thought I should like to look at the hostler before the waiter awakened him. “Stop a minute,” I interposed; “I have rather a fancy for seeing this man before you wake him up. I’m a doctor; and if this queer sleeping and dreaming of his comes from anything wrong in his brain, I may be able to tell you what to do with him.” “I rather think you will find his complaint past all doctoring, sir,” said the landlord; “but, if you would like to see him, you’re welcome, I’m sure.”
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The radio version didn't include Isaac's mother but it mentioned his birthday having troubled him every 5 years. Also his wife seems to be a killer and has killed others that have been murdered in the neighborhood with a knife and she tries to kill him. She had told him she only married him for his money.
Isaac is very unlucky but had luck enough to have enough money from one employer, on the way home he enters an inn and woman comes into his locked room, unable to explain how she entered, she has a knife and tries to kill him. The inn keeper doesn't believe him and throws him out. It seems this was a dream and he tells his mother all about it and she writes it down. He runs into a beautiful woman that is poor and he falls in love with her, they are engaged and look to tell his mother. When his mother sees her, she warns her son about the dream woman, taking the paper out from long ago which describes her. She tells her son not to marry but he says he promised. He is married to Rebecca for awhile and she starts to behave differently and drinks. His mother dies broken hearted. She looks to kill him and one night like the dream she tries but is stopped. Even though she left, he still is afraid if her coming.
"He led the way across a yard and down a passage to the stables, opened one of the doors, and, waiting outside himself, told me to look in. I found myself in a two-stall stable. In one of the stalls a horse was munching his corn; in the other an old man was lying asleep on the litter."
"He was still talking in his sleep. “Light gray eyes,” he murmured, “and a droop in the left eyelid; flaxen hair, with a gold-yellow streak in it — all right, mother — fair white arms, with a down on them — little lady’s/hand, with a reddish look under the finger nails. The knife — always the cursed knife — first on one side, then on the other. Aha! you she-devil, where’s the knife?”
"SOME years ago there lived in the suburbs of a large seaport town on the west coast of England a man in humble circumstances, by name Isaac Scatchard. His means of subsistence were derived from any employment that he could get as an hostler, and occasionally, when times went well with him, from temporary engagements in service as stable-helper in private houses. Though a faithful, steady, and honest man, he got on badly in his calling. His ill luck was proverbial among his neighbors. He was always missing good opportunities by no fault of his own, and always living longest in service with amiable people who were not punctual payers of wages. “Unlucky Isaac” was his nickname in his own neighborhood, and no one could say that he did not richly deserve it. With far more than one man’s fair share of adversity to endure, Isaac had but one consolation to support him, and that was of the dreariest and most negative kind. He had no wife and children to increase his anxieties and add to the bitterness of his various failures in life. It might have been from mere insensibility, or it might have been from generous unwillingness to involve another in his own unlucky destiny, but the fact undoubtedly was, that he had arrived at the middle term of life without marrying, and, what is much more remarkable, without once exposing himself, from eighteen to eight-and-thirty, to the genial imputation of ever having had a sweetheart."
"Between the foot of his bed and the closed door there stood a woman with a knife in her hand, looking at him. He was stricken speechless with terror, but he did not lose the preternatural clearness of his faculties, and he never took his eyes off the woman. She said not a word as they stared each other in the face, but she began to move slowly toward the left-hand side of the bed. His eyes followed her. She was a fair, fine woman, with yellowish flaxen hair and light gray eyes, with a droop in the left eyelid. He noticed those things and fixed them on his mind before she was round at the side of the bed. Speechless, with no expression in her face, with no noise following her footfall, she came closer and closer — stopped — and slowly raised the knife. He laid his right arm over his throat to save it; but, as he saw the knife coming down, threw his hand across the bed to the right side, and jerked his body over that way just as the knife descended on the mattress within an inch of his shoulder."