Last night, for the very first time in my life, I had a dream involving major characters from the LOTR movies. Unfortunately, Saruman wasn't one of them. Frodo, Sam, and Smeagol were the guest stars in the very weird production that went on in my head.
I wound up becoming the Mary Sue to end all Mary Sues; which is more than a little embarrassing since I HATE the Mary Sue concept. But there you goe...
I wound up accompanying the trio along the way. Somehow, I saved Frodo and Smeagol from something terrible, I'm not really sure what it was. Dreams are like that...
Anyway, Sam and I decided that neither Frodo or Smeagol were in any condition to carry on. So Sam took the Ring, and I went along with him to Mordor.
And that is when my alarm went off. I don't know whether to be angry or relieved...
Why do dreams DO that to people?
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