A dream – working someplace to the north of here; a channel like depression in the earth with a few woods; a trolley line took us home at night...
Dream Fragment—In Salem—High Street—great open fields with gigantic trees, elms, buttonwoods and maples, with blue-jays flying about—
A Dream last [night] – but confused remnants remain – At one time I had blundered into a rich man’s home and was trying to leave unnoticed...
At earliest light I awoke and saw a fog; I fell asleep and the fog came forth in my dream...
"...swampy woods... another portion of woods where I wished to work on the roots of a large tree..."
Last night during a dream I saw the sun shining [through] holes in the clouds & was greatly excited.
Black despair + boredom seem to engulf me I cannot throw off fear + depression.
I was dreaming I had been forsaken by all my beloved and sat by a stream in the woods in misery, when a bluebird fluttered up, strangely tame & sat on my knee.
Today’s brilliant afternoon stirred me up — my various duties made me heartsick –
In the fog this morning I thought of Indian Pipe flowers on a hazy July wood-interior —
I dreamt of sunflowers last night.