My ever-louder moans and howls awoke my beloved in the middle of the night. When I started screaming, she woke me up. A short while later I turned around and fell asleep again. As I learned in the morning, it took her a long time to go back to sleep after the tumult. When we got up, she asked me what it was that I had dreamt. I could not remember much. All that comes to my mind, albeit vaguely, is a brawl with one or two male lions. It was more like wrestling than anything else. There was no blood, but we were covered with thick lard and smeared with shit. I do not remember what led to the brawl, but it is clear that I was getting really scared. Scared out of my wits, to be a bit more precise.