nine o’clock
I have an impression that for a long time , though I dreamed of being elsewhere and in a variety of scenes , it was always blowing in my dream . At length , I lost that feeble hold upon reality , and was engaged with two dear friends , but who they were I do n't know , at the siege of some town in a roar of cannonading . The thunder of the cannon was so loud and incessant , that I could not hear something I much desired to hear , until I made a great exertion and awoke . It was broad day -- eight or nine o'clock ; the storm raging , in lieu of the batteries ; and someone knocking and calling at my door . ` What is the matter ? ' I cried . ` A wreck !