I wish I could remember more than I do, but I don't.
This dream was surprisingly long, and had a pretty detailed plot considering it was a dream.
Essentially, it took place in some fantasy land where there were two rivaling kingdoms or something that were going to war with each other. It almost seemed like they didn't want to, however, but were somehow being forced to by their kings or something. I was a part of one of them or something. It very vaguely almost seems as if there were warforged on my side, or both sides.
I'm not sure what role I played in it, since I didn't seem to be a soldier.
We ended up marching through a field with a rather large cliff wall to our left. I'm not certain if we were in an enormous valley, or if there was just the one cliff wall.
I think some enemy soldiers were there, but they weren't doing anything. I request a sword, and a friendly soldier very reluctantly gives me one (I'm somewhat sure at this point that I'm a noble, but not a king). I take it and start slashing at the enemy soldiers, holding it out sideways at one point as I run past them in an effort to hit more (which was retarded and wouldn't work in real life. Didn't in the dream either).
I think I meet the enemy king and somehow he's not an enemy and stuff goes down.
I go back to the field from the enemy's side and look up, noticing a ploom of ash or something beyond the cliff side, as a dragon flies up and out of it. If anyone is familiar with the Skithiryx card from Magic, then it basically looked like that, except retarded. It flew toward me, quickly, and stopped in front of me.
I can't remember anything beyond that point, but I have a somewhat lengthy conversation with it, and it's pretty pissed at something/possibly me.
Subject: Midieval War 
