I have a lot of dreams, but. I rarely remember them. Once I wake up the dream washes away like the withdraw of an ocean tide. But this dream I did remember the core parts. At first I thought it nonsense, until I remembered some key elements. I’m going to write out what I recall below:

The Dream

The dream played out like watching an anime. People looked drawn, anime style. I saw a world of ice and snow. People traveled across the landscape to relocate, or look for food, etc. There was this young girl. She was going to travel with her father, her uncle and cousin. They had to be quick so they wouldn’t be caught by this evil force.

They left their abode, reached the icy surface and began their ride. They were riding horse-like creatures and moving fast. The girl was in the lead. Her father just behind her. A force blew out of the side of a snowy mountain. It was bursting through the ice wall of a tunnel. It impacted the father just as he crossed in front of the very spot.

When the red figure (the evil force) collided with the father, it changed him. He became a red figure. The outline around him was red, his features (eyes, lines around the face) were red, and all else was black. Instantly, his motivation changed. He began to chase his own daughter, seeking to do the same that was done to him.

The uncle kicked off faster, seeing what had happened. With great regret, he drew his sword and sliced through the head once-father, ending him. The girl was in tears. The uncle and cousin drove further and faster until they reached their destination. Now an orphan, I felt her emotional loss.

The story changes. I see another place on this icy world. Four figures that have a golden aura. Light-golden electricity radiated from them. These were the warriors. They took down the evil forces in red. Each of these four was introduced. Each had a special skillset.

I only remember one. One was introduced, and his power was sound. He wore a visor that covered his mount, instead of his eyes. As he spoke a deep vibration radiated from him. It was like the sound pulsated. The power of the words he spoke. He called himself “The Missionary.”

They arrived at the place the girl, her uncle and cousin fled to. They heard her story. She described the beast of the land as “The Lion.” The golden warriors each told their abilities and how they would end the Lion. I forgotten all of it, except for the one who’s words were amplified in his power of sound. He said, “I will deal with the Lion until his eyes turn blue.”

Each of them said something about turning the eyes of the Lion blue.

Now I’ve reached the end of my memory of the dream.