
Some dreams you guys have.
Last night I was fighting orcs in Georgia (the one from the Caucasus). We killed a few and then we had to run because there was a whole army of them. We found refuge in this very pretty but abandoned university building, which the orcs later set fire to. Then, we had to escape using the back door (and we lost Legolas and Gimli on the way, although they weren't even with us to begin with

)So we got out and there was chaos in the streets so we went to this bike shop outside the uni building to buy some bikes k. However, for some reason, we thought that getting wheelchairs was a better idea. Now the wheelchairs had to be assembled so we had to wait a bit for the dude who was in charge of the shop to go to the back and find the parts for them. After I managed to assemble mine it turns out it was hobbit-sized (I would have said midget, butt hobbit seems more politically correct k). In the mean time, a Georgian army battalion was looking for us for bringing the orcs there. I was also carrying two swords. I have no idea who 'we' was. Yeah...
