A few months earlier, I had performed a ritual for Zeus, and then I fell asleep. In my dream, I was in a dark castle. There was an old woman with a frightening appearance, dressed in black. There was a black crescent in the middle of her forehead. She came to me and, despite my resistance, cut off my left arm with a saw. While cutting it, she said, “Trust the gods; your left arm will grow back.” I started to wait. My left arm really began to grow back. I said, “Thank God, my arm has truly grown back.” When I looked again, the old woman had become younger, and the crescent on her forehead was glowing. What can you say about this dream
