I know we shall all die in the end. I just pray my own death will be final.

I had a most disturbing dream last night. I suppose it is due to all these death knights that have flooded Azeroth the last six months. In my dream I was one of them. A death knight. As the dream started, I was flying in to Ironforge on an undead gryphon, and it is beyond my imagination how the poor skeleton could fly, less alone carry someone in full plate armour. As I landed in Ironforge, I had a strange, dual feeling of both knowing the place intimately - as I do - and never having been there before.

I did not stay long in Ironforge, in my dream, but flew down to Nethergarde Keep in the Blasted lands, on a proper, living gryphon this time. And again I had that strange feeling upon landing, that of both knowing the place and never having seen it before. I made my way down to the Dark Portal and through, and flew to Honor Hold.

From there I rode to Shattrath, praying, I do not know to whom, that the ravagers in the pass would not manage to pull me off my horse. Once in Shattrath, I - to my great fear - made my way up the elevator to the Scryer Tier. I did fully expect to get attacked and thrown out, but wonder of all wonders, they did not even look my way. I calmly went to the inn up there, while all the time I was yelling at myself to get away from there, and went into the back, where I found a bed. I fell asleep there, in the dream, and as sleep closed around me in the dream, I woke up in my bed at the inn in Dalaran, the sheets clinging to my sweaty form, Luna, Ulm, Vielgat and Neteret looking at me with worry and wonder in their eyes.

The dream did not fade, the way dreams does. Now I find myself wondering. Is there, perhaps, another dimension, another world, where the hunter Souvraya Darkwhyn fell in the war against the Scourge and was reincarnated as a death knight? Is that what I saw in my dream vision? I dare not dwell too long on the possible answer.