#pierre!

last night (or technically, this morning around 6:30, when I fell asleep again).  I was watching Cryaotic play through Rule of Rose, and I guess that sort of influenced my dream...anyways, the dream was rather extensive, so I'll just give a short and sweet version of it.  

I apologize if it makes no sense at all whatsoever, but, hey, that's me.

I was travelling around with a bunch of ragtag characters when we stumbled across a shady-looking mansion in the middle of a field.  It was abandoned, of course, and we decided to use it as shelter against the raging thunderstorm.  Wellll...the mansion turned out to be enchanted, and under the control of the Red Aristocrat club, whose leader, Wendy, aimed to kill me for some reason or other.

I spent the majority of the dream evading her poor attempts to murder me.  Through battling her many evil imps (who were suddenly beautiful in my dream's perspective, rather than being repulsive and looking like vomit on the side of the road), I met this grudgingly friendly imp named Pierre who decided to befriend me and help me get to Wendy.  (Pierre had this random inanimate form of being the Sanguine Rose Staff, which is an artifact from Skyrim).

Pierre, who was this oddly attractive man, and I became very close friends (or something more~) and together, he and I led an uprising of ragtag Skyrim NPCs against the Aristocrats).  Pierre taught us all how to Shout.  I already knew how, seeing as I was Dragonborn, but Wendy had found some way to keep me from using my Thu-um.  But Pierre managed to override that block and taught me how to Shout again (his personal favorite was Throw Voice).

I was in the midst of killing a family of giant Frostbite Spiders (ugh, they give me the creeps, honestly) when my younger sister climbed into my bed and woke me up.  So there went Pierre and Wendy, the Spiders and the rebel NPCs.