Okay, so I’ve watched all the LOTR movies now, and I think I can safely say that I am obsessed. I’m even dreaming about them. The night before last I had a dream where a bunch of college kids came to visit and one of them had murdered me and I had to figure out which one it was. We were all in a basement and about five orcs and a Uruk-Hai or two were there, and I killed all of them with my sword. I have no idea where the sword came from.
Then last night I dreamed that Galadriel was going to hang me for a crime I had forgotten about and probably had committed, and Aragorn said he didn’t love me, and a horse starting licking my neck. Awkward. There were a whole bunch of guards there too, and a woman who was picking grapes on a very spongy, bouncy-type hill, and as soon as she walked away the guards tied me up and led me up to the gallows (I don’t know where that came from; there’s definitely no gallows in LOTR. Probably it came from some western I watched once.) and… I woke up.