Well. Here is the long-awaited Sandstorm Dream! (long-awaited because I dreamed it a long time ago and I haven't posted it yet. Heh heh.)
I dreamt that I was stuck in the outdoor rink of our town with Frodo, Sam, an old man and a camel. A sandstorm started up so the air turned orange, and when I inhaled it hurt my throat really bad. Then Sam said something, and Frodo yelled "Shut up, Sam!" and smacked him across the face (I think).
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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