This'll only make sense if you're familliar with the Warhammer 40k universe. 

So last night I dreamed that I was the leader of a unit of Word Bearer Terminators.  Our sorcerors had learned that there would be a mighty champion of the corpse emperor born in a certain city, so we seiged it.  Somehow the Blood Angels learned of our plans and mounted a pitiful defense.  I tore apart a Baal Predator using my Power Fist, while bolter shells were richocheting off my armor.  It was bloody and glorious.

Then I woke up and was wondering why I was dreaming of tearing apart my Blood Angels.  Meh.