Dreams.

There was this loser, a real doofus, who kept nine dogs of different breeds at home. And then, somehow, his apartment flooded, like, waist-deep. And he was just swimming around in there with the dogs, haha. But then one of the dogs, a small one, I don't remember what breed, found a ring underwater and somehow managed to put it on its paw. Its owner noticed and realized that it was one of the Rings of the Nazgûl! He knew he had to quickly find the One Ring. He dove in and found it, and meanwhile, some of the other dogs also found their Nazgûl rings. But the guy was such a doofus that he didn't control the dogs; instead, he started fighting them and trying to assert himself. And the system of these little battles was funny: whoever has a ring can order another dog (with or without a ring) to do something. If the owner of the Nazgûl ring and the owner of the One Ring both order the other to do something at the same time, the Dark Lord wins.
So, they were swimming around in the water and FIGHTING, giving each other orders. The dogs together against the owner. Against the Owner! Haha.
And then my alarm went off, and I didn't get to finish watching this fascinating dream and didn't find out who won.
Oh yeah, the One Ring wasn't like in the movie; it was thin, wide (flat), and crooked, ugly. And the dogs seemed to have similar rings.
There were originally seven dogs, but as soon as I realized they were finding the Rings of the Nazgûl, the dream corrected itself and gave me the number nine.
And it was also one of those rare cases where I was just an observer, meaning I wasn't any of the characters in the dream. Which is strange because I could have been that doofus of a guy, haha. But I wouldn't fight the dogs; I love them. In the dream, I also felt a sense of contradiction, like, "What an idiot, why is he fighting his own dogs? Doesn't he love them?"