I had a very interesting lotr dream last night:

In the dream I was the daughter of a Gondorian nobleman during the War of the Ring, set during an alternate battle of Pelennor fields. I was in a city with Gondor's army and peoples about to be besieged by the forces of Mordor (interestingly, there was no One Ring or any of the characters from lotr. We basically needed to defeat this army to stop the evil). Everyone in the city knew that we couldn't stand against the forces of evil for long, and we needed outside reinforcements.

The beacons had been lit but failed, and the army of mordor started to attack the city. I spoke with my father, and we agreed that I would sneak out of the city and ride towards Rohan, to plead to Theodan to muster the Rohirrim in a last effort to save my father and city. The dream ended with me on a horse galloping away from the city, having no idea if they would hold out long enough for me to come back with help.

It was definitely an interesting dream, and my mind did not shy away from the horror and gore that such a battle would inflict. I guess this comes from reading a lot of lotr fanfic, and fantasy books lol