…When you dream about seeing the racks that are for dishes, it shows that you are much related to the life in your home. The rack of the clothes indicates unexpected wedding. If you see yourself tortures on the rack, then such dream indicates your desire to eat whatever you like. The dream suggests to look after yourself and take care of what you put in your mouth. Make sure you eat healthy, otherwise you will be sick….

to dream of torture by the rack is a good sign.

Dreaming of a rack, denotes the uncertainty of the outcome of some engagement which gives you much anxious thought.

…This is not as good a dream, as some would wish you to believe. It portends worry and pleasure intermingled, more of the former than of the latter. To be in agony over the loss of money, or property, denotes that disturbing and imaginary fears will rack you over the critical condition of affairs, or the illness of some dear relative. See Weeping….

…hock!” which they repeat in unison. This strange performance goes on for what to me seems an eternity, and just as I am beginning to think it never will terminate, the figures are suddenly quiet, and there appears in their midst a drummer with an enormous, round head, a huge, gaping mouth, and large, round, pale eyes full of an indefinitely peculiar expression; the very vagueness of which is absolutely terrifying. With the same unfathomable expression he flourishes his drumsticks in the air, and as he brings them down with a mighty, hollow-sounding boom, everything changes, and I find myself with hundreds of other people — all apparently equally bereft of reason — racing, as if for dear life, down a vast flight of stone steps. Even as I fly I rack my brains for some explanation of the panic, but, whenever I am on the verge of grasping a…

…they died away altogether; and again there was a sudden blank, followed by an excruciating pain, in which I seemed to feel the entire upper part of my head slowly wrenched away from the lower. Youth undoubtedly magnifies all things — joys and sorrows and pains; and in our after-life we do not feel things so acutely as we did in our childhood. The torture of the rack, I am sure, was as nothing compared with the torture I endured in my sleep under those forceps; and then — blessed relief! — The diabolical cause of my suffering flew out, and the vague unearthly hum of voices grew louder and louder, till they finally became recognisable human accents; when, as I had actually done under the anaesthetic, I awoke. But it was all real — cruelly, wickedly real; and it was due, I have no doubt, to the overtired condition…