and a tear sat in his translucent eyes. “Thank you.”

Rama left, and the group slowly and silently
dispersed. Suddenly I found myself soaring in the sky,
flying without a winged chariot, and holding weapons that
might have been used by the Knights of the Round Table. A
battle ensued, and it was clearly a winner take all battle.
Rama was the target of destruction, and the skies were
filled with warriors of light, and dark.

Suddenly I was falling down through the heavens, in
and out of strange plateaus. The fighting was over. As I
was falling I knew that Rama and his warriors had been
victorious.