Only three days before Abraham Lincoln’s visit to Ford’s Theatre on April 14, 1865 to see a performance of the play Our American Cousin, he has a strange and eerie dream.
Lincoln’s Dream Before His Assassination
Did Abraham Lincoln Have A Premonition Of His Death?
Abraham Lincoln told his wife Mary and a few close friends of an odd and frightening dream he’d had. According to Ward Hill Lamon, this is what Abraham Lincoln said of his dream:
“About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible. I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. I saw light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. ‘Who is dead in the White House?’ I demanded of one of the soldiers, ‘The President,’ was his answer; ‘he was killed by an assassin.’ Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which woke me from my dream. I slept no more that night; and although it was only a dream, I have been strangely annoyed by it ever since.”
Our American CousinPresident Abraham Lincoln, Mary, and their guests Henry Rathbone and Clara Harris, were all enjoying the Our American Cousin performance at Ford’s Theatre when assassin John Wilkes Booth slipped into the presidential box and fired a round ball shot from a single-shot derringer into the back of the president’s head. Lincoln died the following morning at 7:22.
A President’s Premonition