“In my dream I see before me a forest of crucifixes which gradually turn into trees. At first there appears to be dew dripping from the branches, but as I approach I realise it is blood. Suddenly the whole forest begins to writhe. The trees, stark and erect, ooze blood. A man goes to each tree catching the blood in a cup. When his cup is full he approaches me. ‘Drink,’ he says. But I am unable to move”
