A/N: Just a spoof for all of you, my lovelies! :D I am finishing a bag of crisps, it's my day-off and I am in an exceptionally good mood :)
Onoeiric, adjective
of or relating to dreams; dreamy
You wake up with a jerk and shake your husband's shoulder, "John, John..." You are trembling, the dream was terrifying. There was a war, and fire raging through lands, kingdoms falling, death and devastation everywhere. "What did you call me?!" His gruff voice is a hiss, enraged and menacing, and you realize who you are. You are staring into the blue eyes of the King Under the Mountain. "Who is John?" He snarls through his teeth, and you shy away. In the moonlight you can see his narrowed eyes and clenched fists. A strange thought floats in your head. The words are "bloody hell" but the meaning of them is unknown to you. You know you have just a few moments before you are faced with a berserk Dwarf. "You are, my lord. It is your name in my dreams." He is scrutinizing your face. He will not find any deceit in it. "Why do I have a different name in your dreams?" "I do not know, they are just strange..." "How strange?" He seemingly returns to his senses and moves closer. "We are in them together but they are strange… There are cities that I have never seen before, people in unusual clothes, horseless carts..." "Horseless carts?!" "Yes, and people talk to each other from great distances..." His suspicion and anger are gone, and he is looking at you with a sceptical air around him. "And how often do you see them, my Queen?" "Quite frequently, especially now," you rub your round stomach. You are expecting your second child. "Have you thought that perhaps it is the copious amount of stew you consumed at dinner?" He is settling back in the pillows. Cantankerous Dwarf! A minute ago he was ready to decapitate you in jealous madness and now he is nuzzling your hip. "Go to sleep, kurdu, and do not call me by any other name..." You make a scornful noise. "I am still married to you in most of them. And you are still impossible to deal with..." He yawns and pulls you down into his embrace. "And yet you always choose me..." You press your body into his and murmur, "Always..."