Okay, I am presuming that here they are meaning dreams of where I want my life to go, dreams of what I wish to happen in the future, etc. because otherwise, the rating of this day's writing would go skyrocketing, from what would be inside..

Anyhoo, on with the show.

My dream.. I dream of peace. Of a happily-ever-after for this grim guardian clad in grey. I can see a big old house out in the countryside, lots of space to roam, an open porch, and two sheds out in the back yard, close to the house. One, to hold my smithy. T'other, to hold my armory. or rather, my family's armory.

I can see myself walking up the path, after a long day's work at the office. I look up at the house, and suddenly the door bursts open, and two kids, a little girl, and an older brother, come tumbling out, shouting aloud "Daddy's home!", and racing into my arms, giggling and chatting idly about their day. From the still-open doorway, the smell of freshly-baked gluten-free bread and other dinner makings wafts down the path, setting my stomach rumbling in anticipation. Standing in the doorway, laughing happily at the sight of me with two scrambling kids clinging to my back, is my wife, her once-sad eyes now beaming with laughter and happiness. This, ladies and gentlemen, is what I fight for. This is my dream.