A.M.

During night mind was working on chess. One move was given me which I knew to be quite brilliant—it attacked the opposing King in the King row, and in one move; it had a special name. Neither move nor name stayed with me; a Rook or Queen did the attacking, however.

Late morning dreamed I was in a large square airy attic in a big building. I received a rose bush from California, carefully pruned for planting, the earth around the roots well packed and still moist. I took it downstairs to plant in the garden, over which my window looked. Somewhere I met A.C. (I rather think in the garden, though I did not seek him) and showed him the bush. Blanche Sweet was also in this building.