"Young one, hark my words. You have lead the life on the borders of chaos and law. You alone have dared to venture their extremes and in process have gained wisdom and understanding of the world unlike any before you. You, who have seeked out the ends of reality, have done so and have accomplished it mightily. For this, your are bestowed the gift of speaking only in truth, and so it shall be."
You awaken from your dream. Only a voice you heard then, yet something felt real about it; it lacked the fuzziness and air of dreams. You get up and look around at your ordinary room. The clock on your table reads 11.00A, but it's a Sunday. The door leading to your bathroom and dressing rooms are open, and the door leading to the hallway is closed. Your display panel on your computer tower blinks out a message; some mail is waiting for you. Your stomach growls a bit, demanding brunch.
"Just an ordinary Sunday, so far," you mumble. So far, it is.