I believe that last night has heralded my entry into the so called Dreamer's club. At first it was very charming, actually - I dreamt of my own birth into a wealthy family, in what I think in English is called Renaissance times. Leonardo da Vinci was a friend of my dear mother's. I even had two brothers and a sister, as I do here.
And then, Santa Maria e di tutti i suoi angeli. In my sleep, I saw my father and brothers hanged like cattle in the public square, with eyes bulging and the voiding of bodily fluids like criminals. The hangings were botched - my father and brother Petruccio struggled for ten minutes before they were still.
I am not too proud to say I was terrified as I awoke.