I woke up with an odd tune in my head.
My dreams were fragmented and medieval, I was watching a host of men laying about with sword and shield. The dream shifted and I was zooming in on a large rowboat approaching land. In the boat I saw Roose Bolton, Sansa Stark, and Ramsay Snow in a boat travelling into a port in the north of Westeros, I knew I was looking at White Harbor, and that maybe I need to lay off the Game of Thrones a little.
After floating through a lock, the rowboat was connected to a winch by another Hodor-type person, and then pulled violently up a hill by the winch like some sort of Westerosi carnival ride. As the Boltons and Sansa mounted horses and rode off, I heard the voice of the Red Woman recite a strange prophecy to the Brotherhood without Banners. The Brotherhood was slipping between trees and wearing lots of green as the shadowed the Bolton army on the way to the Dreadfort. I think the Brotherhood was singing something, and Grenn was with them. He kicked some serious ass when the BWB snuck into a Bolton holdfast for the night.
The prophecy involved finding a special boar and feeding to a specific dog so they could get a specific stirring stick and some other ingredients to make some sort of potion. It was very convoluted, as prophecies are, and I woke up mostly because I kept thinking, "well, that's just confusing, how do we know we have the right stick?"
As I woke up, I realized that the Brotherhood without Banners had been singing a mucked up version of the Sweeney Todd theme:
Attend the tale of Ramsay Snow,
His face was sweet and his hobbies were odd.
Attend the tale of Ramsay Snow,
The demon butcher of DREAD
FORT
