Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

43.  He has a small canvas boat which fits around him something like a Eskimos kyack – He starts at once to paddle his way thru the water along the Atlantic sea-board. His ship is somewhere off S. Carolina. My imagination, annihilating time + space, leaps ahead of him, and I find myself aboard his ship.

     The captain in charge, an army man, has given orders for the ship to proceed as rapidly as possible. Fearful that my friend will never catch up to his ship, I finally tell the Captain that he has gone A.W.O.L. and was trying to return. He, (the Captain) also loving my friend, gave orders for the ship to slacken speed.

     Now we have shore leave – it is a village in S. Carolina, the hour when dawn’s first twilight has come – in the village square there are morning-glory vines, and I can dimly see great morning glory flowers red + blue + lavender – Hanging from a trellis are other still larger and of a multiple formation, one “trumpet” growing out of another, and in clusters – beautifully varregated (sic) in color.

     In a park garden, are a great variety of hollyhocks, unlike anything in real life. One was brilliant silver inside, and gold outside.

     Back in the ship again. The rumor goes around that we are bound for Madagascar, and we are now in the south atlantic - My friend has not shown up yet, and I am worried. It seems are am only (sic) an "observer" on the expedition, but I am elated over the prospects of the adventure (we are about to "occupy" the Island for the United Nations.

     I awoke here, then fell asleep and dreamt I told the dream to my family, going over it in full.

     All this from reading the the (sic) Allied Nations were about to occupy Madagascar.