My dream started off in a city made of stone, built into the side of a mountain, like something from Lord of the Rings. Two factions were battling each other in a downpour. There were weapons. It was quite scary. After the backdrop of the dream was clear, I began charging forward with the rest of the members of my group. We were dressed entirely in red, complete with strange head dresses and robes. As we progressed, I noticed there was a bottle neck in the the walkway, making me an easy target. Instead of following the group into the small opening, I moved around the the perimeter of a wall, trying to avoid the enemy. It worked for a few minutes, as I progressed forward, but then I was spotted. I quickly ran back the way I came and made my way into a small stone house, where I ran into a woman holding a mace. After nearly being decapitated, I ran down a long alley, away from my attacker. As I neared the end of the street, I dove instinctively, as an arrow flew over my head. I immediately jumped up and cleared the corner, where the dream came to an end.
