In my dream I was sentenced to corporal punishment. Not sure by whom, or for what misdeeds, but I was. I may have even deserved it.

The detail that turned the dream into a bona fide nightmare was that the implement and the number of strokes were to be decided by gambling.

I was handed a little hemp sack with something clinking inside. These were, I was told, pieces of ivory carved with symbols of implements. I had to put my hand into the sack and draw one. Once the implement was established, I would be handed a platter with ten-sided dice, which I would roll for the number of strokes.

I can still hear the sounds, ominous in the otherwise silent room: the ivory clicking, the dice rattling around the silver platter.

I’m not sure what the result was. I’m quite happy not to know, actually…

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