The dream is always the same. I walk on a green field where the sun is dawning. I see people in the field, their faces are pale and faded, yet I recognize them all, they do not move, they stand in the field watching me, yet they have no eyes that I can see. The field is on fire, slowly burning its way to the people. I call out to them, I yell for them to run, yet they do not move. They watch me, I try to run to them, I run as fast as I can, but the field is endless, I cannot reach them.. Yet the more I run the clearer the faces get, I see them.. I see the people, I know them.. All of them, I recognize them.. Slowly these pale people starts walking to me, the fire seems to pain them.. It pains them, as much as it pains me.. I can feel the heat, the fire coming closer to me.. I turn around wanting to leave, I run all I can, but every time I look over my shoulder they are getting closer. They do not stop.. There is many people, all of them faded memories of people I have seen.. As I run, I see them.. I know them all, I see Norlow, I see Multak, I see Tarethron.. But why are they walking towards me, they are dead. I know they are dead! But they walk to me, calm faces walking closer, while the flames burn auburn in the field.. The fire reaches for me, as does the people.. They grab for me.. I run so fast my skin is breaking off.. yet they get closer.. The fire burns me.. I cannot run anymore.. The people grab me.
And I wake up..
