Chasing the Postman

It all started when I found myself running. It was in the middle of the day, in the quiet city of Levanger, Norway. I was not sure of why I was running, but it seemed as if I was running to catch someone/something. I looked into my hand, where I saw a sword very similar to Frodos sting. When I looked up again I realized that the person I was chasing was the postman. I did not know why I was chasing the postman, but for some reason I hated his guts. When I ran him down I tripped him, but suddenly I woke up and started to wonder what the hell this could mean. Two hours ago I found out (look up my w/u in the day log).