Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

111. A dream-

     In a manufacturing plant in a valley, which derived its power from subterranean volcanic heat – I mischievously thru a shovelful of snow down in the opening – the effect of the suddenly melted snow caused a deeper rumbling & shaking to commence – I ran out onto a narrow street, Catherine & Arthur were with me – a guard came running and confiscated my shovel –

     We were now in a sort of hospital where they treated a very fatal & highly contagious disease of the skin – I realized we were not supposed to be there, but just as I was going to go out, a negro nurse spied me, and demanded to see my hand – I refused but she seized at my left hand and looked at it with an expression of horror – the skin was white & blistered in places, still I sought to escape and she called for help – I ran & leaped out of a windows, and could have escaped, but the realization came over me sickenly (sic) that I had left Arthur & Catherine behind – I knew I must go back to get them – I awoke then, tense & quivering – 

January 25, 1936 –

     AM, to Bredemeier’s to help judge pictures for the Patteran Soc. Long discussion afterwards with Umstead & Weiss.

     To one-arm for lunch.

     Thence out Swan St, where I park the car, and walk east on the N.Y.C. R.R. On the way back, a youth