Dream, again
We were having to move out of a huge 3-story house. There was another person moving out, too. We were going to drop their stuff at their house on the way to our place. It seems the huge house was a temporary dwelling of some sort.
It appeared to be near a campground. A Christian camp. There were services twice a day all week. On Friday (which this appeared to be), I realized I hadn't been to a single service all week!
I went into a back room where there were vendors and stuff, and there, in the corner, were some LOTR people and people were chatting with them and it was all very casual. I borrowed a piece of paper from a friend nearby and went over to them. One of them was Billy Boyd (Pippin) and I set the piece of paper up in front of him and, looking at him pleadingly, asked, "Please?" He kind of laughed at me and took the paper and started writing, asking my name and commenting on it, and I mentioned that my maiden name had been O'Shaughnessy, and he thought that was neat that I had a name from 'the island' (England/Ireland/Scotland). When I looked at the paper, I noticed that while he had written, he hadn't SIGNED it, so I brought that to his attention and he gave me three or four other expensive (to me, not him - $20 and $35 items) gifts and signed one of them. One of the things he gave me was a foil tiara (he made himself) that I proudly wore into the service... where people were kind of laughing at me about it. But I didn't care.
I was looking for someone I knew to sit with but I couldn't find them ANYWHERE. The auditorium was divided into four or five sections, with a speaker in each section.
Then I woke up.
