[Aganzir]

In the dream I had last night, Hookbill wrote in the Downer that he would like to read The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling some day. Then Eönwë came to my place and wanted to use my brothers' computer in order to write to Hookbill on Facebook that he'd like to read it, also. Hookbill replied that he has a copy of the book, and Eönwë could borrow it if he wanted to. Then Eönwë left, and I wrote on Hookbill's wall that also I might like to borrow it, if he didn't mind.

Then I was suddenly out with Greenie and Lommy. It was dark, probably late autumn or early winter, and we were walking through Helsinki.
"We were once hanging out on Weathertop with some guy," began Lommy.
"Yeah, and then he just fell off the hill," said Greenie.
"And when we all went back to Weathertop later, he fell off again."
"He seemed to have serious problems with his balance, falling all the time. And besides it was dangerous to fall off Weathertop, it is so high."
"Then we started thinking... We didn't really want to say anything to him since it was a bit embarrassing... We thought he might have brain cancer."
"Oh," I said, and was silent for a while. "Well... Did he have brain cancer, then?"
"No," said Lommy casually, "he just had bad balance."

Then we entered some museum, and suddenly I wasn't walking between Lommy and Greenie anymore, but Hookbill and Kath. I don't remember all the things we talked about, but then we ended up speaking about my English skills.
"They don't quite match those of a native speaker, but it's just understandable," said Kath, while Hookbill refused to say anything and just rolled his eyes.