I had an interesting dream once. Usually you dream of all the shit related to the present time, although there are plots of the level of KAL of Duti, but I always wanted some fantasy dream.

And here. I dreamed that I was standing on the battlefield, behind a huge line of Vikings. We stand in front of the fortress. In short, I challenge the castle commander to a duel, once and for all, so as not to spill the blood of soldiers in vain. In short, he pissed, shit in his pants and ran somewhere into the bowels of the fortress. I got him. The enemy soldiers did not block my way. I'm moving through the corridors, I'm tearing my guts apart from the rage. I got the cook, I asked him where the fuck is. She's silently pointing at the door. I break it out of my foot, squeezing it tighter in my hand. And this faggot is lying among the scattered barrels, probably wanted to get into them. Brought a weapon over him and... And wake up