I can barely remember it…
I was walking on a beach (with a purpose or following something/someone. Can’t remember what) I walked to some stone steps which led downwards. Gollum and someone else was at the bottom. They were trying to get to me.
Then I noticed that… Gollum’s paint was wearing off… (?).
I picked him up and it turned out he was made of plastic, with a join between front and back. I took him apart at the join to find out he was made of yellow plastic.
Strange.
Yellow is the traditional color of greed. What else did you expect once you descended to his level and could see beneath his surface? Inside Gollum is amorphous, dead and full of greed.
…or you could connect this to the commercialization of the recent movies which tried to get you with all their lifeless plastic-like images of the true figures, motivated by nothing but greed.
…or something like that…
ooo, analysis. That was unexpected (but welcome 
).
There were no real emotions attached to the dream. I felt indifferent to the events. But I wish I could remember more details because I am sure they were equally if not more weird.
Incedentally I do despise commercialization in most of it’s forms. It could have been a manifestation of that.
I tend not to believe my dreams have meaning. I usually dismiss them as the brain’s rather lazy (hence the surreality) effort to keep me entertained while it does some filing.
But that is not to say I stubbournly refuse to believe they do have meaning. I am open to that posibility.
At least one of us is uncertain about the seriousness of the other one.
I don’t know who.
Now I understand why the smiley was invented.
<hmm… shall I pretend I understood the sarcasm or shall I admit I was whooshed>
<did I say that out loud?>
<did I say that out loud?>
<oh shit>