Minkaron

City Farmer
I was outside a magical city. Each building, comprised of large dark blue stones, had markings that glowed in a variety of green shades. The city was situated in the pit of sorts, with wheat growing on the outside. As I looked upon the fields of wheat, I readied my scythe for harvesting. But it wasn't the wheat I wanted, rather, I wanted to release the souls of the damned that were beneath the very ground the wheat grew on. With each sweep of the scythe, black forms spilled forth, taking the vague shape of humanoid figures that twisted and shambled towards the city. The people inhabiting the city went on full alert and had sent their army to fight them off. But before my memory cuts out, I remember bring up more dark creatures than soldiers.

Conclusion
Weird, to say the least. I've never really had a sinister dream like this, at least where I'm the antagonist in it. Even though my memory of it isn't all too clear, I still have to admit that it was a fun one, and can't deny I enjoyed thinking about it after waking up.