I have incredibly screwed up LotR dreams....
Most of the time I'm Aragorn. A few nights ago, I dreamed that it was TTT, except I had to get...somewhere....and there were no Rohirrim. So, I was in this big tunnel, killing demon-thingies with Andúril, and all of a sudden I pop out into a police academy.
Yep. Police academy. People with guns.
I "remembered" that I needed a bullet-proof vest for the filming of Helm's Deep, so I went to get one. Unfortunetly, no one wanted to give me one.
Then I woke up.
I need counseling....
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