Charles E. Burchfield's Dreams, Journals, December 21, 1947

A dream of being in an office of some sort, with Ed. Sides. He was showing me some very large reproductions of some paintings by a young woman artist. In my dream there seemed wonderful creative imaginative conceptions and I believe if I could have carved the memory of them into my waking consciousness they would indeed be so. What remains is more or less simply the subject matter. One was of a high mountain set against a vast blue sky. On the mountain were depicted in a charmingly primitive manner, the various forms of plant life indigenous to each level. Another was of a mountain lake enclosed by two dark hills and an amber sky. The sun was reflected in the water with striking realism. As I looked, the water slowly sunk out of the picture and out of sight, the sun’s reflection dancing the resultant waves on the lake’s surface. Still another picture was of a vast plowed land, the sunlight coming from the left out of the picture. Above the earth was a beautiful dappled sky with the sunlight flitting through crevices with a bewildering pattern of lights and shade. The dream then changed and I thought I was along a road in the edge of town. I was in my pajamas and there was snow and I was cold. I struggled up a snowy bank and crossed through a thick hedge- a strange scene here- in the immediate foreground a trolley line and beyond a part of town or city to the north east which I never knew existed, full of strange interesting houses.  One in the foreground had a little place above a porch built expressly for flocking pigeons. While I was eagerly anticipating exploring the place, I awoke.

Charles E. Burchfield, December 21, 1947