The dream was of me, walking our onto a great grassy plain, in the distance was a great golden version of the collesseum in its pride and glory. Then i looked down, and walking towards me was a great man, covered in golden roman armor. He smiled at me, then gave me two sword length poles - i didnt look at them. He then raised two weaspons of his own, and we sparred for about three seconds before my dogs scratching knocked me out of it.
Afterwards, i feel energetic, alive, not a tad sleepy...and a bit special too
What think?