I dreamt of blood.

A drop of blood falls onto a cup. A new image emerged as it wavered. A dark and a light figure dance around one another. I was perplexed, but the more I concentrated, the clearer the image became.

The darker figure had the front body of a lion and the back body of a goat. It has two heads. No three. At the very front, it has two heads. One was a lion, with its fangs smeared with dried blood, and the other was a goat, its longhorn sharp and erect. The other head ...