OOo, I had another dream.
I was on my familiar fellbeast, clad in neat Nazgul armor from the movie. Then, I fell off, onto a warg. So far, very LotRish, until now! I was on a giant pie, which my warg was eating. To my extreme dream disgust, I realized the pie was made of severed heads (that's the thing about dreams, you can't close your eyes cuz they're already closed). The warg suddenly died, which, for some reason, I'd expected. Than oliphaunts and zebras (zebras???). The trampled me into the pie and I fell of the pie's edge, falling into something that looked mildly like Cirith Ungol. The dream ended before I hit bottom.
I DARE someone to try an interpret this one!
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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