Last night I dreamt of spring flowers. I was coming in a strange avenue; & although I had other business for someone else, I loitered at the sight of small vivid blue flowers growing in the wet turf.
Reading in Walden’s “A Dog-puncher on the Yukon” I came across this sentence: “The country at that time was full of mastodon bones, which the Indians collected and sold to the white-men.
The dream – I dreamt [it] was the close of a day in February or March. Spring was in the air...
The wonderful feel of the soft rich loam – all my petty worries feel away to nothing – I feel like falling prostrate and embracing the Earth –
Very warm – 80° at early afternoon – Then a strong wind began to blow, and the temperature rapidly went down...
Last night I dreamt I sat at a window watching a thunderstorm. Between two piles of thunder clouds I saw a crimson snake of lightning wriggle down and suddenly swoop out towards me...
dreamt last night that at home we were [having] a party on the roof of our house – far overhead was a huge elevated railroad; in the west a huge storm was coming up...
The fire – most grand and powerful sight – huge belching rings of flames – weird colored smoke –
I dreamed last night I was picking [hepaticas] during a snow flurry...
...to C.E. [Currier Express] for additional copies of the Sunday paper (which had a nice “spread” on my show at the U[i] (six well-done reproductions).