(3) She finds herself on the hill. The fear of death is always present. She notes the extreme beauty of colours (grey-blue) of the trees and the water. It is the place of the origin of the fountains: which have been directed into spray.
She runs with great swiftness down the hill. She passes the others. At the bottom she passes round some corners and walls. She passes some dark-skinned women. She passes a corner, hears the report of guns, turns round in curiosity and surprise and receives the bullets in her face. She falls amazed and already knows that the blood will burst from her brain within a moment.
My dream says that after the bursting she determines to live and is certain of getting better, but I know that she dies.