It was remake - I saw this before.

Forest. Huge trees, small people. The road to nowhere.
Then a building. School or something. Stranded. I went in. Saw dead or almost-dead students. They were mummified.

It was only like a brief.

A car. Someone, who looked like Cezary Pazura (polish actor, one of my favorites), was a driver. Me at backseat with strange woman. He had a gun and wanted to shoot us. Then he hurt himself. So much blood...
Later bar. A crowd of nearly-people. The waiter was asking about... which type of blood they wanted to drink.I took just a water with something. It was very tasteful - completely transparent. With me was R., I don't know why. He said: so we have become vampires...
Then I had to go to the toilet. Maybe I just wanted to look around... I saw a hall with many doors. Each one had a year on themselves. I searched for one with "my" year - 1992. I couldn't find them, so I turned around. Then I saw a man. The man with cleaver.
(I want to wake up. Now! Darkness. A lot of darkness. It's okay - it's only my room. I'm in my bed. It's all right.)

I hate nightmares.

Some old stuff.

Nice moment with funny feeling. Like flying. Was it flying? Maybe. Then meadow. Candies. Market. A man. The one is was looking for. I don't remember what we have been talking about. Then broom. Huge, very huge. Fly to castle. (Here something like: OMG, it was so amazing! WOW!). Storm. Probably first time I wasn't afraid of it.
Later... plaza. Cobbled streets. Something in the air, perhaps magic. Colours.
Then murder on cemetery. Little mess with court. Funny feeling and memories. Then R. appeared.
Why him? Just because he is everywhere? Or maybe he could help?
Again the man from market. He was so smart...
He took us to restaurant. We ate shrimps - made from ice cream and chocolate. (Probably second time in my dreams when these shrimps appeared). Later conversation. And another one.
Hotel room. Vitamins. More shrimps. Few kisses. R. and me. Normal things... Then just brainwave. And run to the library. Quick and quiet studies.
And solution. So simple - The necromancer. Just like that.
The battle. Winner, police, return.

The end.

Actually, I don't remember why I called it "In luster of snow". Maybe just because of Catherine Webb. Or maybe just too much playing with dictionary.