Monday, 12 April

If Johnstone did not come to visit me, I have lost nothing — for I have had one of the most extraordinary, most significant, and most brilliant of dreams. A dream of the sort that Joseph used to have.
I saw a magnificent deep-blue sky thickly set with great bright stars. I was gazing particularly at one star when suddenly it falls into the sea, reminding me at once that one must make a wish while the shooting stars are flying. I said: To be Duchess of Hamilton. Then another rolls into the sea in the same way and I say again: to be Duchess of Hamilton — then a third, and a fourth. One after another — I had no time to breathe, only to say four times: to be Duchess of Hamilton.
Then I began to gaze at a star very low on the horizon, almost in the sea, which at every moment was covered by a cloud; vexed by its obstinacy in not falling, I stretched out my hand and, without the slightest difficulty, I reached the sky and the star. But a strange thing — this part of the sky was made of blue cardboard, and the star was nothing but a scrap of silver paper. With the thumbnail of my right hand I scratched off this silver paper and it fell.
Then all at once I find myself in our garden, which seems to me [Crossed out: admirable] green and fresh, and before our house — one and a half times taller and finer than in reality. But this I dream of every night.
It is the stars that give me pause. From morning to evening I do nothing but muse upon them.
I cannot say exactly, but in general this dream foretells great glory and high fortune for me. Do not laugh!
One must believe in dreams — all great men have had theirs.
Whatever people say and do, I shall become a celebrated woman — because God made me so.
Besides, I am convinced of what I say. Such certainty can come only from God. I torment and martyr myself, and yet the conviction of a great and dazzling glory never leaves me.
Deo juvante!
Time will tell.

Notes

Latin: "With God's help."