A/N So, I was cleaning my room, and I found an old notebook. Inside was a retelling of I dream I had one night. That, I hope, explains why this makes no sense at all. Enjoy!

I was in a dragon's cave, but it looked more like a modern house with a basement. In the basement, the dragon showed off his treasures to me. (These treasures included my fuzzy striped scarf.) I ended up trying to kill the dragon. Luckily for me, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and some soldiers showed up to help me. They finished off the dragon, but Faramir was stabbed. According to Aragorn, the dagger was decorated with writing and had serrated edges with pockets of poison. Boromir was distraught. So, he struck up a mournful tune, waving something around like he was directing a very fast piece of music. This something happened to be the dragon's tail. I told him to stop. He didn't. Then, I realized that the dragon wasn't quite dead. It rose up and attempted to resume its attack. I hid behind someone and threw rocks. The dragon whipped around and stared at me… and then I woke up. Figures. I didn't even get to find out if I was burnt to a crisp or something.