Dreams.

Two wooden houses on the edge of the forest (or in a clearing deep within the forest). Early autumn. All the leaves have changed color, but less than half have fallen. The atmosphere was pleasant and familiar. Perhaps I had seen a similar drawing or photograph before. Or perhaps I saw something similar in the third Gothic game, although there is no autumn there. In one of the houses lived me, and in the other, my neighbor (we were sort of like forest rangers). I kept a pet griffin and a pet lizard (a small dinosaur, about the size of a human). My neighbor had a dog and a half-orc slave. Our relationship was strained because he kept a slave. I didn't like that. I was lying calmly on a wooden lounger, relaxing. My wolf sat nearby, and the lizard was sleeping. The neighbor, however, took his rifle and went into the forest with his dog. Just for a walk, I thought. After a while, a shot rang out, and then another. Animals, I reassured myself, there are plenty of them in the forest, he's just hunting. But the neighbor didn't return. I decided to go look for him. First, I found the dead dog, and then the neighbor. He shot the dog and then shot himself. The cries coming from the houses distracted me from the bodies. My hand reached for my sword, but the scabbard was empty; the sword was left at home. When I ran over there, I saw my wolf, the lizard, and a friend (who appeared from nowhere, it was a dream), trying to fight off a pack of wild lizards, larger than mine. One of them ran towards me. "Christopher! The sword!" I shouted to my friend. He threw me the sword, and I caught it, immediately chopping off the head of the vicious lizard that was almost right in front of me. That's when I woke up. But I think we managed to defeat the lizards. Everyone survived, and no one was seriously injured. The drawing is attached