* I used to have nightmares when I was very young, of a hall very much
like this. I was playing with my brother and a friend at the front.
At the end of the hal, we heard footsteps approaching and some other
noise. When it came closer, we could see it was a very tall man and a
dwarf, who pushed a wheelbarrow. They came closer and closer. I knew
we had to run or hide, but it was as if we were paralysed. When they
were nearer, the friend and my brother hid in haystacks that were next
to us. But I was paralysed with fear. They came and put me in the
wheelbarrow and turned around, the long walk back.
I had this dream several times. *
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