I am along with a group of soldiers all on horseback in a mountaneous region. I am fully armed (like with sword,hemlet etc). In front of me there is a huge dark region (like if there is a great crowd of armies). I am one of the commanders and i am instructing the group to hold steady and prepare for attack regardless of the odds. Just when i am about to give the charge command, the clouds around me bend down (like some weight was placed on them) and touch the hills around me. from there come horses with wings ridden by riders wearing yellow and red linen. There must be millions of them. Me and my group are quite happy and we shout and these riders join our group. together we charge - and the dream ends...