[Groin Redbeard]

Once, I dreamt that I was standing in the middle a huge marsh that was covered with soggy soil and bushes. I was standing there when Orcs poured out from behind some bushes. I didn't have a sword with me, so I ran away. I ran until I found some soldiers of Gondor, and in an instant I was in the midst of a huge battle. I grabbed I sword from a dead Orc and began fighting (not too well I might add).

All seemed to be going well until I heard a Nazgul's scream. I couldn't see him but I knew that he was coming for me. I dropped everything that I was carrying and ran away; I was so shaken up that I was crying. I ran until the bushes hid me from view of the battle. I heard the Nazgul scream again, and all went silent. I hid behind a bush shaking from head to toe, when I heard the *splosh* *splosh* the Nazgul’s horse.

Mist began to surround me, and I stood up to see if he was gone yet. The Nazgul was sitting on his horse staring into the other direction. I tried to run, but I fell down in the soggy ground; the Nazgul slowly turned in my direction and gave those long sighs that that they do in the movies. He screamed as his horse reared on its hind legs; he urged the horse forward to where I was lying, his arms outstretched as if to grab me.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was by far the worst nightmare I have ever had.