In my sleep I seemed to be in a ship with others, and when I disembarked, to be in a higher and higher place on a mountain facing the sea. I saw that ship beneath me being driven about by the helmsman at will, as if horses were hitched to it, and he was driving the ship in whirling spirals, eager that those who were in the ship might perish. After several such circular movements, he finally steered the horses under water, so as to submerge himself together with those aboard. There was a man, a maiden and a little child in the boat, whom I then took thought of, and felt rather sorry for.