A dream:

You are on what appear to be a mountaintop, it is cold, the wind whips through the air blowing snow around as it comes down the side of the mountain peak. The night sky is dark and there is a small group of people gathered around a fire. They are all tall and broad and most have some variety of blonde or red hair. They wear furs around their shoulders and each carry some kind of weapon at their side or in their hands. You can see a small hut, a wooden structure layered with furs, a few steps away from the fire that these people are gathered around. There are maybe a dozen in total and half of them seem to be wearing different versions of bronze circlets and crowns. You can hear them speak in Futhark, they are discussing the journeys that each of them took in order to get here.

A large fur most likely of some kind of bear that is hanging as some kind of door is brushed aside and a heavily hooded figure steps out of the dimly lit interior of the hut. You can't see her face clearly but her hands seem aged the skin appearing thin and tightly attached to the bone and muscle underneath. The figure leans heavy on a cane made of rough wood and making small slow steps she makes her way towards the fire. When the figure appears everyone seems to fall silent. As the figure settles down next to the fire, you hear a soft feminine voice. “Why have you all come to visit me this time?”

A man looking to be in his 50s or so speaks up, he looks familiar to you, “I have come to see what wisdom you would give me, wise woman.” he uses the term less like a description and more like a title almost.

“Your father was long lived and with the blessing of the gods you too may be.” She says matter of factly to the man.

“I endeavor to serve the gods.” the man bows his head slightly and says as he strikes his closed fist to his chest.

The robed figure looks around at all the others gathered, “and why is it that you have come? To know the past? Or perhaps your futures?” She points to one of the women sitting there. “Perhaps to ask how many children you will have?” She points to a young man “Or maybe to ask when you will find a wife?”

The group as a whole still remains silent. None of them seeming to gather the courage to speak up.

The first man spoke up again, “I trust these men and woman and they have come to hear your words and share in whatever wisdom it is that you might have for me.”

“They do themselves seems to put your request ahead of their own. Very well then.” The figure reaches into a pouch at her waist and takes something out of it and throws it into the fire. The yellow-red of the flame transformed into blues and purples. The figure stares deeply into the flame for some time. “ The fates are measuring the strings of life even as we speak, there are thing, things on the horizon that may become the destruction of a great portion of us. A change is coming, a changing from the old guard to the new. The young will learn the secrets of the old and will rise to take their places.”

“Who's children?” the man asks.

“I speak of more than you and your brothers and your kin. Decisions are being made now in the minds of the young that will reach long beyond their grasp. Such it has been in every generation when the dimming of age sets apon the old the child begins to stray too far from their sight and will find for themselves their own truth.”

“How can we seek to protect ourselves from the coming storm?” the old man ask.

“Teach them, that is all that you can do, point them in the right direction, lend them your blade or your shovel if they have need. Study them to be careful of their steps and to think a thing over before deciding on a thing that they might lead us into a better day.” the fire returns to the yellow color and the robed figure stands leaning heavy on the cane, then turns and heads back into the hut. The rest of them that were gathered stand and thank her for her words. Once they see her inside they begin to break camp and begin the steady trek trough the snow back down the mountain.

You wake