Dreamt

that I was a dwarven warrior in an unspecified MMORPG world (could be World of Warcraft) and had to go face to face with Yao Ming, the guardian of the Tower of Anauroch. I used my scroll of detect monster on him and got the lowdown on Yao Ming the Beast: turns out that, despite the fact that he's wearing his home whites, he's actually a red creature from the Prophecy edition of Magic: The Gathering with the following properties: 5/5, +X/+X with trampling and 1st strike until the end of turn with X red mana (this is actually more like a Shivan Dragon from the Alpha and Beta edition, the only 2 I played seriously besides Arabian Nights and Antiquities). Yao Ming wields double scimitars, with each red mana tapped he gains an extra pair of scimitar wielding arms. However, the additional arms disappear if attacked with ranged weapons.

In our raid party I was joined by a night elf rogue, a human priest and another veiled warlock of unknown race who are all competent with bows. So here's our plan of attack: since I'm the strongest melee fighter, I would lead the attack with hand-to-hand combat with the other three cover me with arrows. Emboldened by the plan, I dropped my shout Leeroy Jenkins' style and charged forth, and came face to face with Yao Ming, who towered above me and cut off my escape with 16 intact scimitar-wielding arms. I looked around but my archery comrades were nowhere to be seen!

I fled, but could not shake Yao Ming, whose speed was unexpectedly high for a 7'5" half-giant. He was just fast enough to spot me turning around every corner at the very last moment. The chase was more Tom and Jerry than Terminator, took places at such random backdrops such as a SI swimsuit shoot on a Carribean cruise ship and the red indoor training gym of Ivan Drago.

Finally, Yao had me cornered under the iron climbing cages in some urban playground. I guessed that it had just stopped raining because the cages were dripping wet and dripping into my collar. Yao was getting closer and I had no where to run, but I really wasn't nervous at all because somehow I knew the help was coming...

I just didn't expect help to come in the form of Adam Morrison, who came to my rescue with a silver dragon lance and donning a turban and a full-grown Ali-baba mustache.