I remember I was sleeping, having a dream about falling. It was like a regular falling dream, but after a minute or two I realized that I wasn't actually falling, and that I was just standing there on the ground. Except there was no ground - all around me was a black void. I floated in this emptiness, with no thoughts in my head and no sense of the time passing. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, but I couldn't really tell because it was all dark around me. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a sensation that made me turn around. I saw a bright, white light in the far distance and set course towards it. As I moved, the space around me started to morph into an enormous, but dimly lit hallway made of grey stone, held up by gigantic columns. On the stone were engraved brave heroes and fearsome creatures (and cheese) from ages past - all in such likeness that it felt like you were truly in their awesome presence. At the far end of the hall stood a throne, illuminated by an atmospheric sunray that came in through a ceiling far beyond my vision. A dark and fearsome being sat on that magnificent throne, it its hand a sword made of the darkest metal. The figure seeped of both dread and a strong feeling of awe. It opened its blazing eyes as it stood up and boomed across the hall with a voice that could slice through men like a blade:
"Bol krabbamein er alvarlegt mál!"
Then it looked at me, and I was frozen there in terror, unable to even breathe. Suddenly the borderless room began to expand, taking me further and further away from the being, until it was dark again, and then I woke up.
I sat up in my bed, sweating and wheezing as I was out of breath. All I knew was the silent voice in my head that kept repeating:
"Dwarf Fortress, Dwarf Fortress, Dwarf Fortress..."