Visions in the Dark

It is winter, snowing heavily and very cold. I am travelling with a group of random people and we are trying to find our way up a steep mountain. We are all dressed warmly, but in medieval/fantasy style clothing, rather than modern day winterwear. The sky begins to darken, but I cannot tell if it is because twilight is approaching, or if storm clouds are moving in. The person leading the group gets our attention and points to something up a head of us. There is an eeiry blue light that is creating a large corona at the very top of the mountain.

Suddenly the mountain begins to shake and giant cracks appear all around our group. Lava begins pouring out of the cracks and the melting snow causes the entire mountain side to be engulfed in a thick steam. I am not sure the what the rest of the group is doing, but I turn back the way we came and try to find a way down the erupting volcano. Huge chunks of mountian and ice break apart and sink into the cracks filled with rising lava, in most cases creating more steam. I have to throw off my heavy coat because the lava and the steam makes everything ever so hot.


I cannot remember how this dream ended.