Charles E. Burchfield's Dreams, Journals, Spring 1919

A dream – I was in our backyard at home – had it just been raining and the windy clouds were scattered over the sky?

Suddenly I saw two birds in the northwest – at first: “they are crows”. Then they came closer – “they are Eagles!”  Amazed, I watched a moment then ran into the house so as to share this wonder with my mother and sisters. We ran out again.  More and more appeared; they came closer and seem so horrifyingly huge.  “They are going to alight in our road” They fluttered softly down. I ran up and captured the first – it was a woman, a religiously beautiful woman with great black wings. Others came down now, mostly males; the air was full. It occurred to us now that they were from an enemy country and had counted on our wonder at magic and beauty to make us reluctant to destroy them. We went into the house, seized guns and prepared for battle.

Next I seemed to enter a farmer’s barn by stealth; I wanted to spend the night there.

Charles E. Burchfield, Spring 1919