I had an epic dream last night. I was some sort of magic lord in a fantasy realm and found myself transported to an alternate dimension and mistaken for my evil counterpart (possibly switched with him). I was at some sort of gathering or award ceremony, like the Golden Globes of evil magic or something. As the festivities wound down my duplicate's wife/consort was getting bored and decided that we should go find our own fun for the evening. She headed off to start flirting with everyone, and I scanned the room to try and see if my love from the good dimension (played in the dream by my crush from reality) had a duplicate as well. She did, and her red hair flowed down behind her, and she was beautiful and terrible at the same time, some sort of evil enchantress in black and shadow and flame. I tried to start a conversation, but she was bored until I mentioned dragons, which I knew about from my home dimension.
So, evil enchantress (or maybe not so evil...) excitedly took me to one of her estates to discuss the dragon problem, when several huge dragons started fire-bombing the place. The biggest dragon was titanic, big enough that a man would be smaller than the pupil of his eye. Seeing the dragons acting this way, I tried to speak magic words in dragon tongue, but I didn't have the magic here. I shouted the words at the top of my lungs, knowing the words still had power, but without the magic I couldn't make myself heard.
After the attack was over I set out to... well, I'm not really clear on that. Something about finding the heroes and their magic artifacts or something MacGuffin-ish. I stopped a passing warrior and demanded her fire-horse. She was about to trample me and be on her way but I bluffed a thread to use a command tone of voice-magic on her. She let me have her steed, and I pulled her up to ride behind me since we were going the same way.
We passed many troops traveling, the world was at war or at least unrest. Then we came across one of the heroes, who was being attacked. He was killed before my eyes, and his MacGuffin was taken. I dismounted to examine the body, and the warrior woman rode off without me. There was something about a spider and continuing on my journey but the dream was breaking up at that point as I woke.
My sub-conscious writes some pretty crazy stories.