... were it not that I have bad dreams

[youandyoualone]

Since we returned to Harrogate, some seven Jaunts ago, I have upon occasion been subject to disquieting nightmares of possible futures--as I believe some others of us have as well. I had another such dream this last night.

In this dream, I stood watching a black river slowly ice over and I knew, I knew that when the ice stretched from bank to bank, the palpable sense of wrongness I felt at the advent of the ice would become irreversible. There were shapes frozen under that ice and those who surrounded me had forked tongues; they were hissing threats at one another. When I tried to warn them of the ice, they turned away.