Dollund

I am with a couple of soldiers, all dressed up in the full regalia, helmet/ goggles the complete modern uniform. We are hurriedly shifting wall panels to expose the entrance to a secret passage – we are backed into a corner and some ominous force is in pursuit. (Somehow this whole dreamescape feels as if it is happening verbatim for the second time.) The narrow shaft now exposed the three of us drop down into it. What if one of us gets stuck?-

We are now hemmed in with no apparent means of escape. A long ramp – policed by a mean Dolph Lundgren wielding some sort of ill-defined long black weapon – slopes down to where myself and what seems to be young members of a kitchen staff are cowering. The space we occupy extends off to either side, offering a little cover/protection-

Dolph has thrown down several large oil drums, sending them crashing into the silver service trolleys and suchlike, creating much panic within our ranks – should he fire a flaming arrow(?) into the melee (as threatened) then we would be done for. Six jars of honey soon follow the oil drums and we all dash from side to side to avoid them, yelping and screaming in fear as we do so. I am anxious that a young woman named Lucy be spared a fiery demise – she has a round face with soft, quietly pretty features and large, dark eyes, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It seems she was very nice to me on my very first day of secondary school and I sob deep, uncontrollable tears of joy when Dolph eventually agrees to spare her-