I’m in front of what seems like a palace of marble. It’s all white with a beautiful, large open veranda that overlooks an expansive view, obstructed only by some columns. A man has died and there’s a young blond man that’s distraught by the experience. I watch him take a steely blade about 20 inches long and drive it thru his flesh under his arm thru to his latissimus dorsi and teres major. He had white goose feathers and he takes the down and dips them in his blood about half way. Then he takes very small sticks that may be bones and runs them perpendicular to the spine of the feathers, creating a cross pattern and lays them about the dead man.
I realize that there’s a battle going on between the deceased, the young blond man and others, with a dragon. I’m watching a battle between a warrior and the dragon. The dragon is bigger than that man but is fighting like a man with a sword. It’s wings are small and it stands on it’s haunches like a poised rabbit. The battle is fierce. They’re in a large cavern that looks like it’s made of hematite. It’s dark, metallic, and glistening. The dragon thrusts it’s blade into the man and the man staggers back. It seems like the dragon has won until everything goes black. Suddenly the young blond man is standing there and drives his sword into the dragon and it staggers back from this mortal wound. I wonder if the warrior is going to live.
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Night after the Lowanpe ceremony.
