One dream I had took place inside the castle in the Dark Crystal. The Skeksis were there and (of all things) they needed my help.
"You! You are one of their kind! You can speak to them! But first, speak to the Emperor!" said the Garthim Master.
They led me to the bed where the Emperor was. He hadn't died and turned into crumbs yet. When I was close enough, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to his ugly face.
At this point, let me tell you that this dream was more real than most other ones I've had. Most of the time, I can't smell anything in dreams. In this one, I could. That castle stunk! I mean STUNK! In areas, it was (at best) an old musty, moldy smell like an old trunk. Mostly, though, it was like that mixed with run-over skunk and old cheese. There was kind of an olive juice smell in there, too. Sorry to be gross, but that's what it was like. It was also hot and humid in there. It was like being in a cave, a hot, dark cave.
When the Emperor spoke, I could actually feel his hot wheezing breath against my face. As you'd expect, Skeksis have terrible breath. Sorry to be gross again, but the Emperor's breath was like...remember the last time you or someone you knew had a really, really bad case of the flu? You can actually smell the sickness. It's that hot, bitter, about-to-throw-up smell from the back of the throat. Yeah, like that.
His claws were (as expected) cold and clammy. They were also surprisingly strong for something so close to death.
"Yyyyou mussssst ssssssave the casssssstle." he hissed to me.
The other Skeksis pointed out the window. There, I could see what he meant. Around the castle was a huge team of demolition and workers with bulldozers, wrecking balls, and all kinds of other equipment. Their trucks and other vehicles were idling as some foreman pointed at the castle towers as if they were a tree scheduled to be cut down.
"Iffffff youuuu sssssave usssss, wweee wwillll givvve youuu greaat richesssssss." he hissed.
The bony claws on his other hand snapped and two Pod slaves came in carrying a cauldron filled with strange, bluish-gold coins. Worms, maggots and bugs slithered among the money, which smelled like a wet dog.
My alarm clock woke me up just then.
Weird...Skeksis worried about a demolition crew rather than Gelflings...
Convincing John