It was an epic dream. It featured everything, from the conquest of an entire empire, to having to slaughter a family of giant turkeys in what used to be a barber shop on the corner of the 2nd Street, to a Hollywood-style vehicle (can't call them cars, really) chase through the whole of the previously conquered empire, to the final confrontation with my treacherous former allies.

The details of the entire story are lost in the mists of sleep. Maybe there weren't any details to remember, though, dreams are like that sometimes.

I remember the killing I did. The slaughtering I performed with my knife in my own hands. I don't remember the knife itself, maybe it was my black knife and maybe it wasn't. It was very sharp, but I just couldn't apply it to the right places. This made the turkey slaughter episode very frustrating, especially since the turkeys were bigger than me (even the children were about my size), and more intelligent than I'd expect from the average turkey. In the end I butchered them so much that I felt sorry for them - what I did was more the fumbling of a kitten than the lion's quick kill.

The magic (there is always magic), on the other hand, was both easily accessible to me, and extremely powerful. The armageddon spell I used to annihilate the evil army in the final battle for the empire was the epitome of awesomeness. The way I learned that spell, following the wolf king (was it the wolf king?) through a glowing portal and whatever happened at the altar inside (this is one of the lost details) would've raised every hair on my body had I seen the scene in a film.

There was flying, too. It wasn't central to the dream, in the way flying tends to be in dreams, but I flew over the battlefields crawling with twisted monstrosities, and I knew I would be victorious.

I was victorious, but the end was troubling. I was betrayed by my friends who fought with me. I didn't understand why they would do such a thing. We had won, but it wasn't enough for them. They wanted my power as well, but they failed in their intentions. So I killed them, the knife in my hand, too. The carnage I left behind was even worse than with the turkeys. The difference was, I didn't eat my friends for dinner.