Bran is dreaming about falling and a crow talking to him telling him to fly. Bran sees many visions, the tall towers of Winterfell, Hodor the giant man carrying an anvil to Mikken’s forge. To the east he sees a galley racing across the waters of Bite. To the south his father is pleading with the king, the terrible face of the hound and another man in bright golden armor. Finally to the north he sees the Wall, shining like a bright blue crystal. Hes about to plummet into the ground when he finally starts to fly and next thing he awakens to his direwolf licking his face and keeping him warm… thus he names it ‘Summer’