This is the full dream, or what I can remember at any rate...
I'm standing in an open field; green and gold grass surrounds my ankles and extends to the horizon. Children hold hands to form a circle and dance around singing. I try to count them, but though the faces come round again, they don't seem to stay the same, or keep the same order. They sing:
five days to end the year
and then creation dies
three foes arise again
summon the wrath of old
nine face the coming tide
chosen by incarna
four ways for them to fail
success comes at a price
one malfean awakes
should the heroes falter
The children spin faster and grow taller. As my perspective shifts I realise that I'm the one spinning, the landscape is still. The field is gone and instead I'm surrounded by trees. Each one a different species and each rots gradually away as the children's voices sing the next verse.
south gives up the power
allows the night ahead
north rings out the prayer
calls aloud to prison
west slips between the chains
defeats the guard beneath
central finds the joining
the song to end the earth
east stands at last alone
decay spreading slowly
The trees are replaced by the huge shadowy figure, facing away from me, merely a silhouette as the figure blots out the sun. I'm standing on top of a large sand dune being wipped gradually into a storm by a strong wind... at the base of the dune a deep blue sea laps gently at the dune, the sand begins to wash away and the dune gradually disappears beneath the waves. The final verse of the song is more shrill and more urgent but still in the same childish tones.
the enemy of mind
waits atop the mountain
battle of mind and brain
to redirect the flow
called in place of weaker
jewelled colours mixing
freedom won in contest
serves to his utmost soul
immaterial weapons
figured in to the game
As the tune fades out I realise the dune I stand on has disappeared and I tumble beneath the waves. Instead of the cold, wet embrace though... I feel petrified, locked into place, encased in stone, struggling to breathe and unable to move. A very different voice growls a single line ...
"From beneath you, it devours."