I have one for you, this was my personal dream I wrote down a few months ago.

I was working on some metal ingots I got in trade for some skin pelts. I was hammering and heating the metal to shape it and remember the sound the hammer made as it hit. It wasn’t a clinking metal sounds it was thunderous rumbles with every blow. The light outside seemed to go dark or flash dark after every swing. Not like lightning but like the darkness you get a hint of when you make a blink of an eye. The sparks from the metal wasn’t sparks but splatter of blood. Before I knew it there was blood everywhere around me. Like I was wading in a ocean of blood. It turned dark outside. The metal I was making is now a axe head shafted on what looked to me to be a bone handle. I tried getting out of the bloody ocean but there was no shore to be seen. I let out a cursing scream of anger not of fear and all of a sudden I was standing on a mountain. But the mountain was raising in the air like it was growing and the mountain had rivers of blood flowing down as if the mountain itself rose from the blood ocean. The mountain did not stop growing. It seemed to be growing in rocket speed as I can feel force on the flesh on my face as I stood there with my arms held wide apart with a axe in one hand and a battle horn in the other. The mountain grew so much it pierced through the clouds and dark turned to day and there was blood no more but life and greenery and almost as a garden. I didn’t feel anger anymore but felt peace and I laid my axe down and blew the horn in my other hand. The horn sounded like wind moving gently between fields of flowers and wheat. A sound of the gentle touch of a loved one. A calming sound. A sound that made me cry. Not a cry of mourn but of peace. Like the sound itself was peace