First of all, I´d better describe my grandpa´s house, before you all will understand this dream. My grandpa´s house is more or less square, and not really big or anything. His house is rather odd in that the rooms on the first floor seem more or less arranged around a closet area. In the kitchen, the fridge and a lot of the cupboards are against the wall that also makes up the back wall of the closet. When one enters the front door, the kitchen is there in front of him, then the dining hall, living room, family room (separated from the living room by the stairs to the basement and second floor), and bathroom, all forming a sort of cheerio circle around this closet/cupboard/fridge area.

During some vacation or other, probably Christmas, I went over to my grandfather´s house to visit, as I hadn´t seen him since August, when I left for college. Strangely, my grandfather wasn´t there. Only Aragorn.

'Come in here, you should see this' Aragorn said, beckoning to me.

I followed him over to the stairs, and to my surprise, Boromir sitting there dead, back propped up against the stairs. He had three arrows sticking out of him, probably from when he saved the hobbits Merry and Pippin.

I asked Aragorn if he knew what was going on, where my grandpa was. Aragorn had no idea, mumbling something about how he was probably out skiing or something, which was quite a plausible explanation.

Much to my surprise, and Aragorn´s, Boromir´s face began to change. Instead of Boromir sitting in front of us, we now had King Theoden, also dead, sitting in front of us. Boromir was at my feet, trying to crawl away from us, through the bathroom and out the front door.

'He must be possessed by Saruman,' Aragorn told me. 'Kill him, before he gets away.'

I pulled a sword out from who knows where, and began hacking at Boromir´s back. Though I hit him as hard as I could, Boromir never seemed to receive any injury worse than a paper cut. Despite the fact that he was crawling, Boromir moved quite rapidly and disappeared around the corner. I ran through the bathroom after him, Aragorn running around the closet the other way through the living room and dining room, in case Boromir left through the side door in the dining room, rather than the front door in the kitchen. But we were too late. Boromir had disappeared and we could not follow him.

'Wait, what is this?' Aragorn said, picking something up off the kitchen counter.

I leaned up against the counter, looking over Aragorn´s shoulder. He held Boromir´s horn in his hands. The horn had been sliced in half, lengthwise.

'This would not have happened if Boromir were alive,' Aragorn said to me. 'Boromir would never let a thing like this happen. He must truly be dead. We must have come across Saruman back there.'

I stood up straight again, allowing Aragorn to turn and put the horn back down. My elbow bumped a couple of books on the counter. With a start, I realized that these two books were textbooks of mine, one pertaining to my Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy class, the other to my Cell Biology class.

'These are spellbooks of Saruman,' Aragorn insisted. 'Burn them.'

I pulled a lighter out of my pocket and held it up to the books. (disclaimer, I have no idea where the lighter came from, as none of my friends or family, not to mention myself, smoke) To my great annoyance, the Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy textbook would not light on fire. But the Cell Biology book sure did.

That next morning when I told my dad about the dream, all he could say was: 'you must have really loved those classes' in a sarcastic tone of voice I just laughed. Cell Biology I didn´t like that much, but the Comparative Anatomy professor had been more interesting.