This morning I told my Lord of my dream of the night before. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I floated in a tank of water. And no marks were there on my feet, nor any on the skin of my legs, nor the palms of my hands, or upon the skin of my wrists. There were no marks upon my chest, nor around my neck, nor upon the features of my face. No blood was clotting in my hair, nor dripping from my lips, or trickling from my nose, or blooming in the whites of my eyes. Yet despite the discreetness of your blows, my wounds were no less deep.”