I had a dream that I’ve not had in years, and it showed. Everything in the dream was old and derelict. There is this giant tree [now losing its leaves] and in the tree is a big net/hammock with a [now crustydusty] sheepskin in it. I know that a famous elf once slept very restfully here. There are sputtering B‑52 bombers flying overhead and I can sort of see them passing through the leaves.
I walk down the trunk and go belowdecks where it is creaky. Goblins start chucking [rusty] wrought-iron grappling hooks at me so I take a spear and poke holes in a few of them. I have to get back out on the tree and get somewhere soon or something bad will happen.