hen in your dream you see an old man, all pale and furious, clad from head to toe in gilded armour. He rides along the beach on a strange breed of horse you have never seen before. The animal is covered in red shiny steel and from its mouth you hear the sharp sound of flutes, yet its voice is distant and not of this world. Just before you understand the cries of its rider you are awakened by the first rays of the morning sun.