I've read speculations and theories that the dreams we have are experiences from a past life. If that is true, I must have been some sort of monster in mine.
God the things I did in these dreams. It was long ago and far away -- in Persia, at the end of the 19th century. I was working for the Shah, but mostly I was working for his mother. I became a sort of court magician; I'd perform my tricks for them, and when they got bored they'd ask me to kill someone in a new and interesting way. Usually some sort of condemned prisoner, but God only knows if they were guilty or not.
I had to invent more and more elaborate ways of killing people, to keep the Shah's mother happy. The two of them had me build a labyrinth, wherein they'd release the condemned man and I would lead him on a merry chase. Then when they grew bored of watching him in their little torture chamber, I'd be ordered to kill him.
I don't know how many people I killed in my dreams. Dozens, maybe hundreds.