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.