It's always the same dream. The blazing red flames light up the midnight skies, and there's a brazen ear shattering clamor of the great bronze war horn. The shouts of the men, the screams of the women, the clatter of sword and javelin, the smashing of battle axe and mace. All of this seems to be exploding all around her and there is no escape. Just as it appears that she will be engulfed, swept away by the surging storm of murder and destruction, she opens her eyes and she is somewhere else.