Your lotr dream

[Assasin]

I had this dream where Faramir asked me to marry him and I said no. I tried to say yes, but I just couldn't. I also had a dream where Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin were trying to kill me. They looked like zomby hobbits or something. I have weird dreams.

[Kitanna]

I had a dream wher all the hobbits out of the shire were kidnapped then it was up to Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Eomer, and some dude (that's what everyone called him) to save them. So they all took part in the battle for Isengard, but the thing was it was in my kitchen on the counter and the five guys wjho set out to save the hobbits killed all the uraks from my countertop. Then they went into the basement (go figure) of Isengard and it looks a lot like Barnes and Nobles, and Aragorn says "thanks for looking after them Chewie". Then Chewbacca stands up in the middle of all these hobbits and waves. I woke up then and fell back to sleep only to start the dream over from the hobbit's point of view

[TomBrady12]

wow Kitanna, sounds like you've nearly acomplished one of your life goals now for spontaneous combustion!

[Shelob]

I once had a dream that one of the LOTR actors got mad at my brother and started chasing him around the yard. What makes this even better is that A) we live in the woods B) our yard is huge C) it was dark out and D) I immediately started helping both my bro and the actor (ah treachery...I love it ). As it is though, I don't remember how that turned out, or who it was chasing my brother...ah well...

[Maeggaladiel]

Wow... I just had a dream about LOTR. Handy that this thread happened to pop up again, isn't it?

I dreamed that I got drafted into the army and we were going to war. I suddenly realized that I was just drafted into the ancient Japanese army and that they killed women who joined. (I don't know why. I'm not Japanese and I've never been to Japan. Too many videogames, I guess. CURSE YOU, DYNASTY WARRIORS!) Anyway, I put on a helmet to disguise myself and tried to sneak away.

I ended up running into Legolas, who handed me a bow and told me to hide with him under a bridge so we could attack the invading army when they came through. (I have no idea why the elf army joined forces with the ancient Japanese army, but they did. Maybe this was a reflection of some sort of trauma in my subconcious. Or it could be that I was up till 1 am playing video games last night...) The army arrived and Legolas told me not to shoot until he did. The first horse passed safely under the bridge and no one attacked him. Then Legolas started shooting. I tried to help, but I kept hitting their horses instead of them. Then he stopped suddenly. A man walked under the bridge. He didn't see us at first. I asked Legolas why he wasn't shooting and he said that the man had a dart gun filled with poison. The man turned around and pointed the gun at Legolas. He shot... and I woke up.


What did I eat last night?? Oh... must have been the cookie dough.

[Thinlómien]

Maybe a year ago I had the following dream:

Boromir is talking with Galadriel. Galadriel sees through him, but she doesn't say anything. Boromir defends himself by saying: "It's not easy to be the only evil among good people. It's not easy to be the only man among women."

Boromir clearly describes there the fellowship somehow. And I think this dream describes Boromir very well... He's after all the most human-like character in the story.

[narfforc]

Oh no!!!! Are you telling me that I am awake now, and I am not really an Half-Orc from Isengard.......................................... .................

[Nimrodel_9]

Just thought I'd bring this back to go with Barrow-Down Dreams.

I had a dream last night that Legolas and Merry were on a ship with a lot of people. They were all singing songs from Phantom of the Opera. All of a sudden, Will Turner pops out of no where and Legolas shot him with an arrow! Merry wasn't too happy about it. Now, really I like Will. It was just so funny after I woke up.

No more late night movies.

[Kitanna]

I had a really strange LOTR dream last night. All of Middle-Earth was in my house and Sauron was hiding in my basement demanding we return the Ring to him. I kept screaming "Go down there and hit him with a shoe!" And for some unknown reason Pippi Longstocking (who was a member of the Fellowship) would take off her shoe and run off to hit Sauron with it.
At one point she came back and stated "He's going to be crowned king." After hearing this Frodo took the Ring and returned it to Sauron. I was already pretty annoyed so I grabbed my hairbrush and ran to my basement to reclaim the Ring.
Once downstairs I yelled at Sauron (who happened to be playing music on my computer). Sauron turned around only to reveal that he was infact Johnny Depp. He looked at me and shook his and said, "You're not going to hit me with that hairbrush are you?"
I dropped the brush and shook my head. Then I think I sat in a corner and grumbled the rest of the dream.

[the guy who be short]

I dreamt that I was a member of the fellowship - maybe Legolas - and we were all in some sort of chamber in Moria, like Mazarbul, and yet unlike.

There was a stone table, crumbling, in the middle of the hall. It had a stone bench on either side, and these benches were really in disrepair - one side of one had almost completely fallen off. Pippin sensibly went to sit on this bench, so we all shouted at him for ruining historical artefacts.

Then Gandalf left the chamber to go to the toilet, and Pippin danced around the table a bit.

Suddenly, as people have a habit of doing in dreams, three of the other members of the fellowship transformed into acquaintances from school. Mostly from my Further Maths class, oddly enough.

Suddenly, we heard a noise, so we all rushed to the door. Surely Orcs were without! The tallest of my friends went to the door to hold it against the enemy. He applied his force against it to make sure it would not open, his sword held in his hand.

"Grab something sharp," he said to the other three of us that were left. The only item I could find lying around was some sort of duster thing, but with wire instead of feathers. I stood on one side of the door, probably hoping to poke any orcs that came through in the eye or something, as the duster would otherwise be of little use.

Still, my response was better than my other two friends' - they "fell back."

Suddenly, the door started opening, despite my first friend holding it! I became tense, ready to plunge my duster forward at the first sign of orc-flesh.

The door opened - and there was Gandalf, back from the toilet!

[littlemanpoet]

I dreamt that I was in a village being plagued by about three werewolves. One of my fellow villagers, apparently The Only Real Estel in the guise of Aragorn, hands me a paper clip, as proof against the werewolves. I accept it readily. Yeah. A paper clip. Go figure. Not silver, but it is aluminum .... er ... aluminium. Maybe TORE type werewolves can't take alum..... (you know what I mean) .... um any better than silver...... ???

[Cailín]

I had a weird dream a while ago which I still have not boasted of here. I am not sure if it exactly qualifies as a Lord of the Rings dream, but I had just seen the third movie again, hence the inspiration. Sorry for the less than eloquent and far too lengthy retelling. I will not blame you for giving up halfway.

Some evil being had invaded a college dorm (does this sound like a cheap horror or what?). For some odd reason, I was feeling heroic -I'm always the hero of my dreams- and decided I should be the one to defeat this hell beast. I did not need to go alone, for some strangers were perfectly willing to lay down there lives for me. I now had a fellowship, so we set out on our quest. The dorm was enormous - a world by itself. We first needed to travel through the 'good' part to get to the river that divided the school into two. The lands around the river were a sort of no-man's land and as we walked further, the view got more and more depressing. The river turned from sparkly blue and clear into a wide, dark and smelly stream. The shores were soon crawling with maggots but still we walked onwards.

At the border of the evil lands, there was a small candy shop run by a witch. We knew we needed her help if we wanted to make it through the battle. The old lady was prepared to help us, but warned us not to come too close. We soon figured out why: the candy she sold was not really candy at all, but dark magic spells given power by demons. And those same demons were walking around her store, occasionally pretending to lash out at us. It was quite terrifying. So we bought some 'candy' and as we were planning to continue our journey, one of the scariest demons suddenly appeared in front of us. He was a Hellhound, with enormous fangs and fiery red eyes, called Grunt (oh dear, my dreams are such a cliché). He said he wanted to go with us to defeat the evil overlord - he could show us the way. Naturally, we were hesitant to welcome his company: he was not exactly trustworthy. However, we feared we had no choice and took him along.

Through a gate we entered the evil part of the dorm. The students there seemed all to be engaged in satanic cults and the place was covered in seemingly occult symbols. We rushed through this part, afraid to be discovered - surprise was to be our ally. Then finally we came to a broom closet, which we knew was really the door into the heart of the evil land - which we by then referred to as Mordor. Gathering all our courage, we entered.

The dungeon we were in was divided into several wide and stony chambers. The first few were empty, but we more or less knew what was coming. Suddenly, we found ourselves in a chamber full of immobilised people. We didn't quite trust it and we were right: as soon as we opened the door to the next chamber they started whispering and murmuring amongst each other, threatening and approaching with their swords drawn. We fled through the door and barricaded the entrance, only to find ourselves facing worse enemies. Four monstrous beings were standing in front of us, fully armed and looking like wingless Balrogs. We attacked them, but however hard we tried, they kept coming back. I saw us losing and yelled that we just had to rush on, knowing that once the Big Bad was defeated, all his minions would disappear as well. With all the monsters behind us we entered the final chamber and I started duelling with the Sauron-before-he-became-an-eyeball-like being there. I soon knew I was stronger, but somehow my sword could not touch him. Then Grunt the Hellhound yelled that Big Bad could only be hit if the sword went through an innocent's body first. Before I knew what was happening, one of my friends jumped between us and I struck him in the heart. My sword went right through his back and pierced Big Bad's stomach. He immediately started vanishing and as I knew we had won, I woke up.

Whoever can find all the parallels my subconscious unconsciously makes… well let's just say I am quite insane. Please don't try to analyse me! I'm sure I don't wish to know. Though I must say I love these kind of dreams: I wake up feeling like I have just saved the world.

[JennyHallu]

A. I feel sorry for your sacrificial friend...a Freudian slip?

B. That is an awesome dream, and you have such a complete memory of it! You should take elements of it and turn it into a story.

[Mithalwen]

Originally Posted by littlemanpoet

I dreamt that I was in a village being plagued by about three werewolves. One of my fellow villagers, apparently The Only Real Estel in the guise of Aragorn, hands me a paper clip, as proof against the werewolves. I accept it readily. Yeah. A paper clip. Go figure. Not silver, but it is aluminum .... er ... aluminium. Maybe TORE type werewolves can't take alum..... (you know what I mean) .... um any better than silver...... ???

It could have been worse - it could have been the Microsoft Office Assistant :"You appear to be trying to catch a werewolf - do you want any help with that?"

[littlemanpoet]

Originally Posted by Cailín

Whoever can find all the parallels my subconscious unconsciously makes… well let's just say I am quite insane.

Nonsense. If the innocent sacrificial one is not someone you know closely, then that person is a representation of a part of you. What part depends on characteristics the innocent exhibited. The sword's pretty obvious: your greatest strength. What's rather neat is that you succeed. It's interesting that a hellhound becomes an ally in this. Could represent the "shadow" self, what you're afraid of in yourself. But hey, just guesses.

Originally Posted by Mithalwen

It could have been worse - it could have been the Microsoft Office Assistant :"You appear to be trying to catch a werewolf - do you want any help with that?"

Aiieeee! Nooooo! A true nightmare! Anything but that!

[Cailín]

Originally Posted by JennyHallu

A. I feel sorry for your sacrificial friend...a Freudian slip?

I must admit, that is the only part I feel awkward about. It does not really make me look any better. But what Elempi says makes sense, as it was not really a friend. I only met him in that dream.

B. That is an awesome dream, and you have such a complete memory of it! You should take elements of it and turn it into a story.

Thanks, dreaming is a talent of mine. But this is a story already written by many different authors - packed with clichés.

Elempi, you make me feel as if you have just poked a hole in my brain, though I usually disregard such dreams as wishful thinking. I have yet to lose a dream battle, by the way - my dream self is scarily accomplished.

It could have been worse - it could have been the Microsoft Office Assistant :"You appear to be trying to catch a werewolf - do you want any help with that?"

Noooo! Not the scary paperclip!

[The Only Real Estel]

Originally Posted by littlemanpoet

I dreamt that I was in a village being plagued by about three werewolves. One of my fellow villagers, apparently The Only Real Estel in the guise of Aragorn, hands me a paper clip, as proof against the werewolves. I accept it readily. Yeah. A paper clip. Go figure. Not silver, but it is aluminum .... er ... aluminium. Maybe TORE type werewolves can't take alum..... (you know what I mean) .... um any better than silver...... ???

Funny, I dreamt I was in a village being plagued by about three werewolves, & I was disguised as Aragorn. I handed you a paper clip as proof...well, I actually did not dream this I'm afraid.

But I find your's quite funny nonetheless!

[the guy who be short]

Last night I had a weird dream that Darth Vader was the head of the Nazgul, of whom there were only two. They could shoot ice out of their hands as will. There was some sort of conspiracy theory I've forgotten, but I was the sort of spy, trying to find out what they were up to and all that. It ended with a grand finale at a train station, with all of us shooting ice at one another.

I also had another dream before, which was quite bizarre. I was in the fellowship, but we were all on bikes to get through Moria. Then, Smeagol was with us, but he looked like I R Baboon from I M Weasel. We got lost in Lorien, which was actually run by baboons...

[TheGreatElvenWarrior]

Oh gosh I had this dream the other night that I met the guys that played the four hobbits (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin) and I held them captive then made them sign my LOTR books... Weird

[Thinlómien]

I had a rather vivid and extraordinary dream. In it, I saw a clip of the Hobbit movie and it was horrible. It was the Rivendell scene and some traveling bits. I think Elijah Wood was playing Bilbo. Hugo Weaving was Elrond and he had some very stupid lines, I wish I could remember them. But the dwarves were the worst. Only about a third of them had beards and they were stupid and had a very poor sense of humour. They looked like wrestlers and their lines included jokes that referred to celebrities of our time & world. One of them might have been joking about Paris Hilton and one definitely said something about Patrick Wolf. All in all, it was disastrous.

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Sounds much like a dream I could have

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by Legate of Amon Lanc

Sounds much like a dream I could have

It sounds like the future (or what could have been the future wasn't Del Toro isn't directing it).

[Kitanna]

I feel almost dirty and wish to never sleep again after my dream last night. It has been a very long time since I was graced with a LOTR dream, most of my dreams have involved Jurassic Park and my inability to stay away from that blasted Isla Nublar, but when my LOTR dreams come back they come back with a vengeance.

But to the dream itself. A viking Grima Wormtongue was determined to get the Ring away from Frodo and Sam (the Ring being in Sam's keeping at the time). So, Grima sets off into Mordor to find these wayward Hobbits. He manages to capture Sam and proceeds to seduce him. Clearly Sam's love for Rosie Cotton was not enough to save him from that stud Grima. As Grima is getting ready to take the Ring from the now willing Sam, Frodo, in a manly sort of way, jumps down and snatches the Ring away before Grima can get it. And then in an even more manly way he prances away with Sam chasing him crying, "He's really not that evil Mr. Frodo."

Meanwhile I am trying to help Peter Jackson make a better LOTR movie. In doing so I take away his budgeting and refuse to let him use CGI. Then he shows me the non-CGI of Shelob, who looks like a black muppet. And somehow a Jim Henson spider muppet seems like a better idea than a more realistic looking CGI spider.

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

I understand Sam, it can be hard to withstand that viking charm.