Charles E. Burchfield's Dreams, Journals, January 14, 1936

A dream-

In a manufacturing plant in a valley, which derived its power from subterranean volcanic heat, I mischievously threw 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 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 [sickeningly] that I had left Arthur & Catherine behind – I knew I must go back to get them – I awoke then, tense & quivering.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Volume 39A, pg. 111, January 14, 1936