I dreamt that I was with old high school friends. I felt mostly awkward, but I forgot what we were doing except driving aimlessly in the dark. When I remember a setting at all, it’s either in the car, or in this dirty industrial area. It’s nighttime. I have a huge burlap sack with me and the fibers are getting all over my clothes. The one friend of that group that I hold dearest came to my side and asked what I had in the sack.
To which I replied “my favorites”.
They’re the only words I remember saying in the dream.
Inside there seems to be a lot of things, but the only one that I remember was a giant crow carcass. Sudden movements cause the feathers and flesh to fall off the bone, but the eyes are still intact.
When I awoke I was whimpering.
As much as I love Liv Tyler(she made a beautiful Arwen), I would’ve rather had Glorfindel…