The Light of Axim shone on me, and I dreamed. Two dreams in one night, though I remember only one. The flying one, the second such in the last month. But the Light must've been fierce. This flying dream wasn't a peaceful one, as they usually are. Oh, I flew, but I flew in anger. I flew on the wings of vengeance. I flew, and I killed, and I loved every moment of it.
Kind of scary, now that I think of it...
The Director is listening:
Blind Guardian - A Dark Passage