(07/16/39)(Desiring a dreamless night I drank a glass of brandy, and then took an amytol tablet). I dream as follows: (or just possible Owen) and I were playing golf. Tee was on one side of road, and a dense forest of trees on the other. Drove off into trees. All my shots were poorly hit -- one striking a tree, while another flew into a small pen enclosed by wire, seemingly a pig pen. I entered the pen and picked up my ball which was marked with green letters. I was not enjoying the game at all -- in fact was hating it -- because of my poor playing and the feeling of helplessness to avert defeat. One of Owen's drives was an amazing slice which described nearly the course of a boomerang, struck a tree, and bounded forward across the road, almost in its original direction. Except for this remarkable slice, and the picking of my ball out of the pig pen, the events of this dream were poorly remembered.