It's true, it's true, it's all for you.

I went out in the snow, knowing it wasn't snow, knowing that I was sick, and sickness was going to be the end of me, but not feeling it yet, just the anticipation.  It was cold and dry.

There was a king whose right hand betrayed him on the castle in the mountain where they fought their greatest enemy.  Betrayed him because the king's little son, who was also there, asked him a stupid question.  I took the boy and ran.

There was other stuff, I am not sure if they were connected, you know, except for having dreamed both bits.  Busy weekend this weekend.  Back soon.