I wore blue jeans and a shirt of no colour that I noticed. My belt was khaki, and for some reason worn one belt-width below the top of my jeans. I had, for various reasons, taken up service with a band of people, mostly fighters, the purpose of whom I cannot remember.
I was tested; I fought against a hulking brute of a man, and defeated him by using a javelin as a staff, bending it in the process. I also fought, using a dagger, against someone who appeared to me to be an old woman, but I knew to be somehow something more; she was aided by four others. One, a middle aged lady dressed in a blue dress and with thinning black hair, moved quickly but never made an attempt to injure me. One was a tall man who looked to be in his thirties; he was bald, and dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, and moved incredibly slowly. I do not remember the other two, save for the fact that they too were glacial in their motions. They tried to bar me from reaching my equipment (two books [I think one was my Bible], a jacket, my javelin and my dagger), but I charged at them and scattered them, retrieving the dagger. My opponent yielded in moments after I had the dagger.
I was then accepted among them; their leader, whose name I knew but now escapes me (it was of an Arabic flavour [Edit: Khemir?]), summoned them to council with a phrase, which I also knew, but have since forgotten. I tucked my dagger into my belt on my way there. We sat in an oval with the leader at one tip; there were thirty-eight of us in total, 13 on one side and 25 on the other. The leader made a speech; it had something to do with his resignation, and possibly death. He referred to the day as his "dying-day", and when someone voiced an objection about something said he had the power to deny them his "25 dots and 13 red". They shut up after that.
A meal then appeared on the table (The table appeared too, I think); it consisted solely of a whole roast stag. The man sitting next to me was young, with short black hair; he was dressed in a high-collared black shirt. He complained of the fact that the leader was having the main course served first; I pointed out that it was his dying-day, and that he was entitled to a few idiosyncrasies. We spent the rest of the meal discussing the finer points of Oladic starters.
At this point, I woke up.
Edit: I remember a couple more things.