At one point, I found myself falling down a flight of stairs, while someone behind me yelled "Careful! Those are just brocade stairs!" (they promptly collapsed under my weight) and then there was the conversation with the king--
"I'm sorry, my liege, but your son is an idiot."
"Yes, I know. Fortunately for you, I'm fond, not blind."
It ended when someone sent a troll after them--a very vivid creature that looked like a two-thousand pound orangutan drawn by Burne Hogarth--which was throwing two-by-fours at me, and I was running through the museum dodging and yelling "To arms! To arms!" and wondering where the hell I'd left my sword.
I woke up because James had gotten up, which was Ben's cue to come flop on my chest and purr in anticipation of another fine day's escort mission.