. . . tremendously troubling night dream . . . helping a small youth learn to skate he falls hitting the side of his head after I have given him a starting push . . . going to his side I exhort him to stand up . . . he starts to shrink and transform into a newborn with a bruised head . . . he is dying . . . a doctor appears at my side as I cradle the lifeless newborn in my arms . . . we are in a hospital and the doctor accuses me of shaking the infant to death . . . I awake in panic . . . that was the dream

Ralph Eugene Meatyard (George Eastman House Still Photograph Archive 29 Selected Images )

(special thanks to wood s lot)