I awoke in my dream standing in a snowy forest. This Samurai by my side engaged in an impending assault. In front of us an old temple built into a a mountain. There lay only 2 paths going forward that were not filled with spikes and fallen soldiers. A demonic human figure appears from the entry to the temple, white lifeless eyes and cold white skin. The Samurai rushes forward over blood soaked ground and snow, between the spikes and fallen soldiers. I follow behind trying to make sense of what is happening but knowing we were engaged in a battle of good and evil. Swords clang and ring out in metal strikes. The demon shifts to a smoke like apparition and retreats into the temple. We pu...