Xirysa Says: Random idea, but whatever. My dance teacher has an ability something like this when she dreams—I think it's rather cool (since it happens to me sometimes, too) but a lot of people I know think it's freaky.
Premonition
He dreamt one night.
He dreamt of fire and gunpowder, of a woman keening for her lost love. The fall of a monarchy and the rise of a new age.
In the dream, red roses bloomed along the streets, among the canon fire and gunshots. When he bent down to inspect them closely, he found that they were pools of blood.
There was a pain in his chest, there, where his heart beat strongly and sadly beneath the material of his shirt. And in the way of dreams, he knew that it hurt for more reasons than one.
At one point, he held a rose in his hand. It was a beautiful rose—pure white and full in bloom. A pair of doves flew overhead, and he looked away for just a moment. When he looked at the rose again, the petals were blowing forlornly in the wind, and although he couldn't explain it, he felt as if he were drowning in sorrow as his sight grew fainter and darker.
But not everything was bad. There was a goddess, too—the daughter of Mars, he thought she said as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Her touch was gentle, yet startlingly familiar. He don't know why, but she was.
That night, he dreamt of many things.
And when he woke up, the dream was nothing but a hazy memory.
Xirysa Says: Evidently, there's foreshadowing. And symbolism. And other stuff I really don't want to get into. I really don't have a lot to say on this. Comments, please.