I was taking the train home from a visit, which suddenly transformed into a bus mid ride for some reason.
It was a rather long journey, as two delightfully young Carpet Munching Dykes sat besides me on each corner trying to mingle eachother with me in the middle as i sought to enjoy the scenery outside not paying mind to their distraction.
Nothing was out of the ordinary, until the bus stopped at some strange Derelict farmhouse Hidden within small hills and overgrown Trees.
Suddenly, a Combine harvester came crashing out of the building and shredded the front of the bus to nothing in a matter of moments!
Nothing remained but small heaps of scrap, as i tried to escape the bus the harvester swiftly turned and shredded the other half of the bus, Dragging me down to it.
I managed to get stuck somewhere on the front of the harvester sparing me from getting shredded. The bus and its unfortunate passangers were Reduced to small chunks.
The harvester then begun to twist and turn with such agility not possible for such a large vehicle in an attempt at shaking me off, inspite of its efforts i clinged on to dear life.
It begun to crash at the walls of the ruined house trying to knock me off, But it instead got itself stuck.
with it incapable of moving i let go of the harvester and attempted to make my escape.
a moment later, someone exited the vehicle and approached me, an old man in plate armor came forward and demanded a duel. I realized i was wearing a patchwork of lamenar chainmail armor and had a sword in my hands.
and so the duel begun, He was vicious and fast with his strikes and counters, i worried the patchworked armor i wore would not protect Sufficiently from his blade where as I could hardly leave a dent on his armor.
That was when i noticed he didn't wear a Gorget, leaving his throat fully exposed. if i could get my blade up to his throat the fight would be over.
he did well to protect his exposed throat, but soon i got a light slash to his throat and tackled him off his feet.
I held my blade up to his throat demanding his surrender, he insisted that i kill him to preserve his honor. I made my attempt to talk him out of it, but he refused my offer of mercy.
I drove the entire blade into his throat, killing him on the spot.
After the duel had concluded, I scavenged the scrapped remains of the bus to try and find my shit, until several small rock like humanoids covered in moss emerged
These curious little rock people begun attacking me demanding my demise over the death of their master.
I paced around the little things, Trying to explain to them he died by his own chosing. they were insistent and nagging, but eventually they eventually calmed and accepted their master's death.
And so they begun digging his grave as i continued searching for my belongings.
I managed to find my stuff, and i remember stuffing some kind of powder inside what appeared to be some severed ballsack skin. not sure where or when i got it.
With my belongings found, I made my leave, and so the dream ended.