I have dreamed of bloody turbulence; and this whole night
Hath nothing been but forms of slaughter. Shakespeare.
It seems to me I have been dreaming a horrid dream for four years; now the nightmare is gone. A. Lincoln.
O Memory! that midway world,
’Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise.
A. Lincoln.
To dream of battle—danger of persecution.
Madame Claire Rougemont, Author.