I dreamt that my beloved stabbed me with a long and thin knife. It looked like a dagger of old. Holding it with both hands, she first lifted it above her head, and then she drove it with all her might into my right leg just below the knee. Electrified by a surge of excruciating pain, I sat up in bed and screamed my head off. Awoken by my unearthly scream, she rushed to help me. I was all wet and I shook like a leaf. Unable to bear her caresses, I lied down and turned to the other side. I could not even imagine telling her what I had dreamt. The rest of the night I slept off and on, but I could never relax into another dream lest I get stabbed once again.