Last night i was sick. My head was throbbing, my nose running and i couldn't sleep. I had a dream. Dreams of the Silmarillion. The images of the battles and the landscapes. It was like I was there as these two burly men were locked in battle. "Fighting you is like fighting a mongoose who's leg is tied to a pole. And I am the snake." Said one of them. Some old english followed and I cannot recall what he said. But I could've sworn I saw Fingolfin riding as fast as Orome would, on his white steed and his sword hanging from his waist, gleaming like ice. I only read the silmarillion a couple of times before and yet It's in my dreams. Hmm. Perhaps it is an inspiration for the times approaching. But what I couldn't understand was when I was somewhere in between consciousness and sleep. Everytime i shut my eyes, an image of a dark tower or a fortress would appear. The sky above it was covered with grey clouds. Not black. Grey. And lightning flashed in them. Many lights were on in the tower. It was like the scene of a strong castle right before it was sacked by evil and darkness. Inspirational in its ways....The weird thing is, in the silmarillion, there were no images printed.