I had the strangest dream last night. I usually don’t share anything as mundane as dreams but this one’s too weird to not share. It’s all fuzzy except for the fact that the Lord of the Nazgûl himself made a surprise appearance. That would be him, below
My friends and I were being chased by strange entities and ended with me running around like a mofo only to be stopped dead on my tracks by this guy, who was waiting patiently by the desert, together with his scaryass steed.
It’s so fucking vivid. Weirdly enough, he wasn’t riding his horse, he was crouching atop his horse with his sword held samurai style (his “face” or lack thereof, hidden behind his arm which held the sword), ready to strike.
Though inaccurate in the sense that none of the Nazgûl ever ventured on extremely dry lands in Middle Earth, I’m guessing the Witch King is different. I don’t know. What a geeky dream.

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