My Lord spoke to me today of his dream of yesterday. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I watched the sap drip from the trunks of the trees. And in this dream I watched the paint drip from the brushes in their pots. And in this dream I watched the water drip from the spouts of the taps. And in this dream I watched the dew drip from the tips of the blades of grass. And in this dream I watched the blood run from the cuts upon my wrists. And in this dream I watched the blood drip from the tips of my fingers. And in this dream I watched the blood pool upon the dirt of the ground. And in this dream I watched the tears drip from the corners of your eyes. And in this dream I watched the ink drip from the nib of your pen. And in this dream I watched the colour fade from the fabric of the world. And in this dream, I watched you record it all upon the pages of your scroll.”