"it puzzles me much to think how on earth the prince guessed yesterday that i have had bad dreams. he said to me, ‘your excitement and dreams will find relief at pavlofsk.’ why did he say ‘dreams’? either he is a doctor, or else he is a man of exceptional intelligence and wonderful powers of observation. (but that he is an ‘idiot,’ at bottom there can be no doubt whatever.) it so happened that just before he arrived i had a delightful little dream; one of a kind that i have hundreds of just now. i had fallen asleep about an hour before he came in, and dreamed that i was in some room, not my own. it was a large room, well furnished, with a cupboard, chest of drawers, sofa, and my bed, a fine wide bed covered with a silken counterpane. but i observed in the room a dreadful-looking creature, a sort of monster. it was a little like a scorpion, but was not a scorpion, but far more horrible, and especially so, because there are no creatures anything like it in nature, and because it had appeared to me for a purpose, and bore some mysterious signification. i looked at the beast well; it was brown in colour and had a shell; it was a crawling kind of reptile, about eight inches long, and narrowed down from the head, which was about a couple of fingers in width, to the end of the tail, which came to a fine point. out of its trunk, about a couple of inches below its head, came two legs at an angle of forty-five degrees, each about three inches long, so that the beast looked like a trident from above. it had eight hard needle-like whiskers coming out from different parts of its body; it went along like a snake, bending its body about in spite of the shell it wore, and its motion was very quick and very horrible to look at. i was dreadfully afraid it would sting me; somebody had told me, i thought, that it was venomous; but what tormented me most of all was the wondering and wondering as to who had sent it into my room, and what was the mystery which i felt it contained.