In my dream I was led along a white corridor, through a great wooden door into a hall of madness where I was left, cowering in the corner, waiting.
They came for me, made me wash with scented soap, gave me a white gown to wear, flowers to put in my hair. I was then led to a room with cages in which men lay; unwashed men with great long beards, yellow teeth, overgrown toenails and crazed eyes that had seen the depths of hell.
“Choose, girl!” ordered a rough voice by my side.
The men looked at me hungrily.
I did not wake.