I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt I was in the forest. I met a man that challenged me to a fight. He had dark hair, and was dressed in black. I had my two real-life weapons with me - the longsword and the dagger. He took the sheath to my sword, and I said "No! I need that!" We went to a clearing where other inhabitants of the forest had gathered to watch, even children. I sat on a bench, and for some reason all my boots were under the bench. I broke the zipper on one of my knee-high boots, so I cast about for another pair. I found a pair of sturdy leather boots, sort of a cross between my ankle boots and my combat boots. I chose those, laced them up, and tied them. I took up my longsword and dagger, and prepared for the fight. He struck at me all at once, and a dent appeared in my longsword, but held as I bore his sword away from my body with mine. The last thing I remember is looking straight into his dark eyes and saying with my mind, "You won't get the best of me," before I woke up. -TDM