The Portal Stone - Egwene's Dreams

Egwene's Dreams

(tGH pg 180 ch12 Woven in the Pattern)

Rand sleeping on the ground wrapped in a cloak, a woman standing over him looking down. Her face was in shadow, but her eyes shined like the moon, and Egwene knew she was evil. Then with a flash of light they were gone. Both of them. Behind it all, almost like another thing, was the feel of danger, as if a trap was closing, a trap with many jaws.
(tDR pg 233-234 ch 25 Questions)
Suldam collaring a long line of women who wore Great Serpent rings, forcing them to call lightning against the White Tower.
Whitecloaks binding Eqwene's father's hands.
Rand reaching for a sword made of crystal, but never seeing the fine net dropping over him.
Rand kneeling in a chamber where a parched wind blew dust across the floor, and creatures like the one on the Dragon banner, but much smaller, floated on the wind, and settled into his skin.
Rand walking down into a great hole in a black mountain, a hole filled with a reddish glare as from vast fires below.
Rand confronting the Seanchan.
Perrin with a falcon on his shoulder, and Perrin with a Hawk. Only the hawk held a leash in her talons-both falcon and hawk were female-and the hawk was trying to fasten the leash around Perrin's neck.
Perrin wearing a beard leading a huge pack of wolves that streched as far as the eye could see.
Mat, placing his own eye on a balance scale.
Mat, hanging by his neck from a tree limb.
Mat facing the Seanchan.
Mat speaking the Old Tongue.
(tDR pg 352-353 ch 37 Fires in Cairhien)
Perrin with a wolf, and with a falcon, and a hawk, the falcon and hawk fighting.
Perrin running from someone deadly.
Perrin stepping willingly over the edge of a towering cliff saying, "It must be done. I must learn to fly before I hit the bottom.".
Perrin and an Aiel.
Min springing a steel trap but somehow walking through it without so much as seeing it.
Mat with dice spinning around him.
Mat being followed by a man who was not there... or maybe more than one, but in some way there was no one there.
Mat riding desperately toward something unseen in the distance that he had to reach.
Mat with a woman who seemed to be tossing fireworks about.
Men and women breaking out of a cage, then putting on crowns.
A woman playing with puppets.
Strings on puppets led to the hands of larger puppers, and their strings led to the hands of larger puppets, and there strings to even larger puppets, on and on until the last strings vanished into unimaginable heights.
Kings dying, queens weeping, battles raging, Whitecloaks ravaging the Two Rivers.
More dreams of the Seanchan.
(tDR pg 468-469 ch 48 Following the Craft)
Perrin with a falcon on his shoulder, choosing between Axe and Hammer.
A Whitecloak putting Master Luhhan in the middle of a huge, toothed trap for bait.
Mat dicing with the Dark One.
Mat shouting "I am coming!" at Egwene.
Rand sneaking through darkness toward Callandor, while all around him six men and five woman walked, some hunting him, and some trying to stop him from reaching it, appearing not to know where he was, or only to see him in flashes. One of the men had eyes of flame, and he wanted Rand dead with a desperation Egwene could nearly taste.
Rand in a dry, dusty chamber again, with those small creatures settling into his skin.
Rand confronting a horde of Seanchan.
Rand confronting Egwene, and the women with her, one of them was a Seanchan.
(tSR pg 145 ch 11 What Lies Hidden)
Rand as tall a mountain, walking through cities, crushing buildings beneath his feet, with screaming people like ants fleeing from him.
Rand in chains, and it was he who was screaming.
Randing building a wall with him on one side, and Egwene on the other, with Elayne and others she couldn't make out. "It has to be done," he was saying as he piled the stones. "I'll not let you stop me now.".
Aiel fighting each other, killing each other, even throwing away their weapons and running as if they had gone mad.
Mat wrestling with a Seanchan woman who tied an invisible leash to him.
Perrin with a wolf, fighting a man whose face kept changing.
Galad wrapping himself in white as though putting on his own shroud.
Gawyn with eyes full of pain and hatred.
Egwene's mother weeping.
(tFoH pg 214 ch 15 What can be Learned in Dreams)
Rand sitting down in a chair, and somehow how Egwene knew that the chair's owner would be murderously angry at having her chair taken.
Perrin, lounging with Faile on his lap, kissing her while she played with the short-cut beard that he wore in the dream. Behind them two banners waved, a wolf's head and a crimson eagle. A man in a bright yellow coat stood near to Perrin's shoulder, a sword strapped to his back; in some way Egwene knew that he was a tinker, though no tinker would touch a sword. And every bit of it except the beard seemed important. The banners, Faile kissing Perrin, even the tinker. Every time he moved closer to Perrin it was as if a chill of doom shot through everything.
Mat throwing dice with blood streaming down his face, the wide brim of his hat pulled down low so she could not see his wound.
Thom Merrilin put his hand into fire to draw out the small stone that Moraine wears on her forehead.
A dream of a storm, great clouds rolling without wind or rain while forked lightning bolts, every one identical, rent the earth.
(LoC pg 258 ch 15 A Pile of Sand)
Twice Egwene dreamed of taking Gawyn by the shoulders and trying to turn him to face the other way against his will. Once he brushed her hands away roughly; the other time she was somehow stronger than he. The two blended together hazily.
Gawyn closing a door on Egwene, and she knew if that narrowing gap of light vanished, she was dead.
Perrin came and stood before Egwene, a wolf lying at his feet, a hawk and a falcon perched on his shoulders glaring at each other over his head. Seemingly unaware of them, he kept trying to throw away that axe of his until finally he ran, the axe floating through the air chasing him.
Perrin, turning away from the Tinker and ran, faster and faster though she called for him to come back.
Mat spoke words Egwene almost understood, and two ravens alighted his shoulders, claws sinking through his coat in to the flesh beneath. He seemed no mo more aware of them than Perrin had been on the hawk and the falcon, yet defiance passed across his face, and then grim acceptance.
A woman, face shrouded in shadow, beckoned Mat toward great danger; Egwene did not know what, onlt that it was monstrous.
Elayne forcing Rand to his knees with one hand.
Elayne, and Min, and Aviendha, sitting in a silent circle around Rand, each in turn reaching out to lay a hand on him.
Rand walking toward a burning mountain, something crunching beneath his boots. She stirred and whimpered; the crunching things were the seals on the Dark One's prison, shattering with his every step.
(aCoS pg 195 & 201-202 ch 10 Unseen Eyes)
Egwene will bond Gawyn.
Gawyn walking on broken glass in bare feet to get to Egwene
Gawyn at a crossroads, one way leads to a violent death, the other to a long life and death in a bed. One path he would marry Egwene, the other not.
This one is a maybe, Egwene discarded it, but it seems like it is possible) Nicola denounces Egwene to the Hall and Thom comes forward to give evidence.
Egwene clawing at a wall made of countless discs like the seven seals.
Mat's hand seizing an Illuminator's firework and arrows of fire flashed from his clenched fist, men would die because of this, the world would change.
Egwene, strapps at the waist and shoulder, held her tightly to the block, and the headsman's axe descending, but someone was running, and if they ran fast enough, the axe would stop.
Logain, laughing, stepping across a funeral bier, with Rand on it, but his face breaks apart like a paper puppet.
A Golden Hawk touches Egwene, and she and the Hawk are tied together some how. All she knows is that the Hawk is Female.
A man lay dying in a narrow bed, and it is important he not die, yet outside a funeral pyre was being built, and voices raised songs of joy and sadness. A Dark young man held an object in his hand that shone brightly.