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dream of death I

" I see through the eyes of a magician in medieval times. It stands on a hill sloping to the front-right is the slope from a raging river, left the city walls to protect from attack. Behind us, a mountain of protection from intruders. The magician waves back the children and women in their homes or hiding places, soldiers leads to the front. The enemy is strong, but keep the city walls. As if from nowhere soldiers appear on the city side of the River, they must have dug a secret tunnel. Three pikemen climb the slope, the magician knows that fall is the city. He calls back the soldiers, they are to ward off the first Intrusion. But this only the vanguard of the legions will invade the city. It calls for withdrawal by a secret tunnel to the mountain, but only the strongest make it to escape in time, all others will be slaughtered. Behind the mountain is eternal country. A brown-green hilly landscape. They run into anything. At a natural crossroads they see the enemy in the back. An angel, four times as large as the mightiest warrior of them in bronze-brown colored metal armor, with white Wings and a shining sword, rushes up to her, can decay behind. In the rush to cut the group, most of them run to the right, only the magician takes the path up the mountain to his left. From there he sees that slaughters of the angels one by one, no one has a chance to stop him. The last thing he takes the mage targeted. This is the summit comes at a ruin, which has long since abandoned. The angel has caught up with him. A final battle begins, but the spells do not harm the angel. He is getting closer and closer, pieces are falling into an endless abyss wide. The sky is colored brown-red. Individual ravens glide through the air. The angel comes closer and closer, his shadow darkens the lights around the mage. One step back, and he will fall, it sets the stage, but the angel grabs with his left hand, his heart breaks from the chest.
It is dark, two hands grab me, drag me through time and through space. All events from centuries of history pull within seconds through my head. I realize every single one, I can focus on any. It is bright and we are in the present, in my room. The magician hovers over my bed as a white soul, then lowers slowly comes up to me, joins me. "
I tear open my eyes, breathe deeply. It is dark in my room. After several minutes, I realize, 'It was just a dream'