Dream

Your father stands before you. He is draped chains. Iron steel, copper, gold, silver; every metal you know and many you don't. There is a chain of iron around your neck, weighing you down. You know that if you can just reach him, you will be safe. The closer you get, the more your chain drags at you. Lord Hobson is laughing. He grabs your chain and drags you toward your father. "Here is your reward" he says, as you watch the flesh melt from your father's face. As you reach for the golden chain around your father's neck, the skin sloughs off your hands. The pain is unbearable.

A voice speaks. "All is not as it appears. The golden chain is the key but you must not grasp it. What binds can also set you free."

You wake up.