He fell asleep again and had another dream. Seven heads of grain, full and ripe, were growing on one stalk.
One night there in prison the wine steward and the chief baker each had a dream, and the dreams had different meanings.
and the thin cows ate up the fat cows. Then the king woke up.
Then seven other heads of grain sprouted, thin and scorched by the desert wind,
Their cows and goats gave plenty of milk; they had the best sheep, goats, and cattle, the finest wheat, and the choicest wine.