Dreamtime For the First Nations of Australia, the "Dreamtime" was a time before time began. Crashing waves set the scene: the old man struggles forth, Hauling now his fishing dreams; his old boat wallows deep. Some things must be seen. Creaking bones pain the Celt; the Scotsman hones his axe. Scars run deep throughout his pelt; he dreams of battles past. Some things must be felt. First two steps, and then a third, the fyrdmen march in ranks. Dreaming of the kings own word, the levy waits for war. Some things must be heard. Fisherfolk brave the sea, warriors raid their foes Soldiers drill for victory; poets weave their dreams. Some things just must be. copyright 18 Mar 1988, by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw.