I was in the real life version of Pirates of the Caribbean. My group was below deck on a ship, and we were in mortal danger. One wrong move, and we could die.
This one strong old guy with a hat was leading us. We started to make a break for it, and evil pirates came out of every corner. Bloody battles!
We were all okay, except at the last minute, an enemy’s sword sliced off the old guy’s arm. He screamed in pain, then killed the enemy. We were safe.
Looking at the guy’s bloody shoulder with no arm, I said, “well, at least the dog’s okay.” We had a white fluffly dog with us. Everyone agreed with me.
Then I woke up.
Pennyless Writer 