You dream.
All you can remember from the dream are small flashes of memories, images more like.
The confusing armies fading like mist as the sun climbs high in the fall sky.
A cold breeze slowly chilling the air despite the warmth of the day, bringing with it a sense of foreboding to an oddly quiet afternoon.
The sun, slowly sinking in the twilight as a thick fog bank rolls in.
Then…nothing…