Sydney's Nightly Adventures

Fragment:
I was in my school's computer room, but my math teacher was there to teach us. She was walking around the room, talking to every kid, and teaching them to do this weird fist pump thing.

Dream:
I was side by side with a woman I hardly knew. But supposedly, she was my leader, or something like that. We walked down a huge flight of royal stairs, still side by side, and faced a large group of people. There was someone sitting on a throne/judge-like seat (I'm guessing this was the king, or someone held in high authority). While my leader was telling the "king" something, I looked at what she was wearing and what I was wearing, too. It looked like a long green, silken dress down to the floor, with some of it trailing behind her. She had long, flowing hair; which reached down to her hips. She was very beautiful.

I now looked at what I was wearing. A light pink, silken dress, that went down to the floor as well. The sides of my light blonde hair were held back into two small braids (mainly like Legolas' hair in Lord of the Rings) and the rest went down to about my hips also. I seriously felt like Zelda.

I can't remember what all my leader said, but after that, there was blackness. Now we were outside. There were men around, supposedly preparing for battle, because some were dressed in armor. I can't remember what I was doing here, or if my leader was with me or not.

But someone was following me. Later, I found out it was a little creature, a hobbit possibly. He was short, and he looked like Sam (LOTR, not my sister). He held this dark blue stick. It looked like a small tube filled with dark blue powder. I didn't know what it was until he used it on me.

Now both of us were back in the room I started in in the dream. My leader and I, also the hobbit. I had taken it back into the room. It struggled the whole way. I was seriously thinking it was Sam, but it was not friendly.

He took out his blue stick again, and this time, pointed it at my foot. I tried to hit his hand away but for a hobbit, he was pretty strong. We struggled on the floor and my leader was reading something calmly in the corner. The hobbit pointed the blue stick at my foot again, and squeezed. Instantly, my foot starting numming, and it was painful. I smelled metal. Tasted awful. Simultaneously, I heard my leader say, "That is a freezing stick. If he keeps that up for a couple more seconds, the limb could freeze off." I slapped the stick out of his hand, and warmth started coming back into my foot. I stood up, and the hobbit ran away I think.

I walked (limped) over to the beginning of the flight of stairs we walked down in the beginning of the dream. I looked around. Tons of people were there, waiting for a report. I walked awkwardly back inside the room. My leader did a facepalm.

We walked back down the stairs to report something to the people as well as the king. I can't remember what, though.