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What's the first thing you remember from a dream?
When I ask this question, apart from a quizzical expression in response to the tangential query, most people tell me it's either the feeling of weightlessness of good dreams or terror from a nightmare. I have to agree because I do often have both good dreams and nightmares.
But this dream was different.
I can't quite remember the feeling that I felt – just that it was a good feeling. Something akin to how a child feels when wrapped in his favorite blanket. Instead of the fantastical airiness and blurred consciousness that accompanies dreaming, I felt fully awake and aware. I could feel cool morning mist on my skin, and the spongy texture of full moss and lichens beneath my feet. There was a faintly sweet scent coloring the air, like a flower's perfume. The towering forests arched overhead like a mother's protective embrace.
And then there were these eyes. Bright and blue, like the azure of the sky, bearing a depth and intellect beyond my own, I remember staring solely into those beautiful eyes.
A delicate, pale hand was offered, "Come, Hero."
Without hesitation I took that hand, and followed a golden haired girl through the mists until we came upon a clearing which overlooked all of Hyrule. I could see everything, from the red veins of the deserts, to the furthermost reaches of the mountain provinces, the green of farmland in the basin, all the rivers and lakes.
"Behold," She said, "Your destiny."
That's when the dream ended, and as I roused from my bed and shook the sleepiness from my limbs, I felt haunted by the sense that something important had just happened to me.