~I just felt that I should put this dream here, mainly because it was
related with Lord Of The Rings, as well as the fact that it's a pretty
queer dream. Anyways. . . I had it last night, well, the night of Saturday,
the 5th of April. ~
It was really strange, even for a dream.
I was at my school, and there was an ancient janitor that I didn't recognize, and I think a few teachers, plus Aragorn and Gimli.
Well, a black rider, one of the Nazgul came in, riding on his horse. I ran, because the janitor told me to.
Anyway, I ran downstairs to some muddy room with a big clay pot. There was a doorway with no door attached to the outside, and I ran out. The Nazgul was chasing me, and I kept running. I ran through fields of wheat and corn. I felt safer, because I couldn't hear anyone coming after me.
I ran up a large hill, and I saw that Aragorn and Gimli had gotten rid of the horse, and had captured the rider.
I then had to throw mud down to Gimli and Aragorn, who had placed the Nazgul in the clay pot, which had filled with water.
They plastered the mud I'd given them on its eyes, and then all over it's 'face'. The mud dried out, and the Nazgul was dead.
Then I woke up.
~I'll say it again, strange. No one spoke, except the janitor. I wonder how can this dream be interpreted? ~
It was really strange, even for a dream.
I was at my school, and there was an ancient janitor that I didn't recognize, and I think a few teachers, plus Aragorn and Gimli.
Well, a black rider, one of the Nazgul came in, riding on his horse. I ran, because the janitor told me to.
Anyway, I ran downstairs to some muddy room with a big clay pot. There was a doorway with no door attached to the outside, and I ran out. The Nazgul was chasing me, and I kept running. I ran through fields of wheat and corn. I felt safer, because I couldn't hear anyone coming after me.
I ran up a large hill, and I saw that Aragorn and Gimli had gotten rid of the horse, and had captured the rider.
I then had to throw mud down to Gimli and Aragorn, who had placed the Nazgul in the clay pot, which had filled with water.
They plastered the mud I'd given them on its eyes, and then all over it's 'face'. The mud dried out, and the Nazgul was dead.
Then I woke up.
~I'll say it again, strange. No one spoke, except the janitor. I wonder how can this dream be interpreted? ~