He dreams again, and nature seems to have become distorted, and will not
answer to the seasons. Smoke and frost fill the streets, and hawkers
chatter trifles at the doors.
He wanders into a wood, and finds only "thorny boughs." Of these he forms
a crown, which he places on his head. For wearing this, he is scoffed at
and derided; but an angel comes and touches it into leaf, and speaks words
of comfort, "hard to understand," being the language of a higher world.
The occurrences in this dream seem to have been suggested by the
indignities offered to our Lord before His crucifixion.