I was working in the town I live in now but in a place with a wider view than our house — it was possible to see much of a large square and, by looking to the right from the window, the intersection with a shopping street. I’d already been in the square (market?) and seen a largish crowd of people watching a procession of druids: a tiny high priestess in layers of flowing white robes, two burly guards preceding her, two white-robed priests flanking her, and various people (dressed in white or not) following. They sang something I couldn’t understand completely but the refrain was:
Later, when at a desk in the front room — I think I was doing some news-related work, with an old friend from Usenet who I sometimes still interact with online — we heard the song again, and my friend understood it as “glanzende macht” (“shining power”) (note: the friend’s native language isn’t Dutch, but that seemed to be the language of the dream, rather than Generic Dream Language) until she saw a white van standing in front of the building with “Goddelijke macht” as a slogan on the side. Apparently the priestess and her attendants had travelled and/or transported their things (guards’ armor and weapons, priests’ decorated staves) in the van. We could see the procession crossing the square, going behind buildings, then again at the intersection disappearing into the shopping street.
Then we got a telegram (a TELEGRAM!) from a reporter who’d gone to the next town to cover an event (possibly an open-air concert) to tell us that it had been cancelled because of sudden heavy rain, and I sort of suspected the druids of causing that with their procession.