InsaneJournal

#14 What do you dream about?

Some times after a hard day working in meetings and organising I am so tired that I sleep soundly without dreaming.

Other times I dream about the times when I was small and I used to walk in the fields, picking ears of wheat and chewing on the berries. Then it shifts to witnessing the oath and crossing the sea. We thought we knew what we were doing and have rued that day ever since. I held no position of importance then and I am glad of that. Very few who were there survive today.

Last night I dreamed of Glorfindel. I think it was a dream; it seemed very real to me and I found a blond hair on my pillow. Odd that…