I dreamt a huge red bull being slaughtered at the home stead traditional kraal, I saw my late cousin,he stabbed it on the back of the nek and it fell but rose up again and in aggression and the people ran to all sides, and I rushed to to it I held the knife in my hand, I stabbed it close to the first wound and it fell to the ground and the blood was gushing with great flow and it spattered over my shoes now all the people returned to the scene