I had dreamed again. It was many days ago, it had been the last dream that I have had in many days, which is unusual since I have not been drinking as much as I used to. But what is important that is what was in this dream, there was a man who looked just myself but strong and brave.
I had begun to question this....
Was this man me in perhaps the future? Or was it someone else...
Either way I did not allow it to bother me, my concerns dwell about his actions, which would appear much different to any of mine. He carried a spear of fine crafting in his right hand, with an engraving of a horse's head atop the pommel much like any you would find around the mark. It was exactly alike the pendant I carry around my neck. I still have no memory of where I had gotten it but it would appear to have meaning of some sort now that I have had this man in my dream. On his left for arm he had a shield buckled to it, a thick shield and large that a man such as myself would never be able to carry.
This man, he stood against multiple foes who carried swords all by himself. I am not certain of the count he fought, but it was no more than five. One by one they came at him aggressively but one by one he impaled them each with his spear, using his shield to block incoming attacks then bashing against them to bring down their defense leaving them open for a quick jab with his spear. It was a fight that would take place over a few short minutes, but it was at the end of it when I had awoken once more, though with a painful feeling in my head...
Through the days that came since then to the current, I have not had a single dream. I had slept peacefully yet the though of the dream lingered within my mind since...
