Anyway, I'm on a bed, or really just a bunch of pillows lying on the ground. The setting is sort of a natural cave. For some reason, I know that I'm going to be assaulted by 20 midget assassins. Spears come poking up from between the pillows, and I snap them off. But the worst comes when they assault me hand to hand. I whisk them off their feet and bash their skulls in against some rocks. I can recall smashing the first one's head against a rock over and over again. It takes a surprising amount of work to bash in someone's brains until they stop moving.
Fortunately, midgets don't seem to go in much for group tactics, so I kill them all, one by one.
For my efforts, I win something, or something like that, and a box appears and when I put the midget bodies in it, the midgets are resurrected. So I guess all's well that ends well.
NO MIDGETS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS DREAM!