Dreamt that as we1 travelled north, there was a region of somewhat unfriendly folk, and then north of that, we'd encounter 'The Wandering Horde', whatever that meant.
Well we came to a small, shallow river. On the other side was a grassy plain that stretched to the horizon. We crossed using a bunch of inflatable rafts, pulling ourselves across with a rope. As soon as we got to the other side we got trouble from these nomadic people who lived there and quickly crossed back to safety. So that's the Wandering Hordes.
Furthermore, sometiime later, as I was running an ice cream shop on the south side of the river, some nice reasonable person crossed over briefly and then suddenly there were several of him, saying this chant common to all of the Wandering Horde. So I guess if you spent any time at all over there you become one of them.
1We being 'the party'. Not sure who all was with me. There were maybe 5 of us.
2023-05-12 Editorial: I've been listening to The Fellowship of the Ring narrated by Andy Serkis, actually just finished it while out on a walk last night, and this dream seems very reminiscent of the troubles Frodo et al had as they went down River Anduin, when a bunch of orcs were shooting arrows at them from the east side. At the time I had this dream they were still back in or just approaching Moria so I hadn't yet gotten to the river stuff.